After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia gathered her strength and pushed Franklin as hard as she could, and just like that, with a splash, Franklin stumbled and fell to the tub. He was appreciating her stunning appearance. Her change of mood was total oblivion to him.

Franklin, sitting in the tub, simply dragged Sylvia to the tub as well.

He held her waist with both of his large hands and fixed her in his hug. There was some water in her collarbone area, her fair legs were slightly bent. She seemed to like those delicate porcelain vases, making people unable to shift their attention. She bewitched him...

Franklin gently kissed Sylvia's face with his thin lips, "You pushed me, sweetie.”

There was a very subtle trace of a sigh in his voice.

Sylvia almost doubted whether she heard it right.

Why did he sigh?

"Franklin, you seem quite enjoy wooing me after a divorce?" she said ironically.

Then the soft sigh Franklin let out faded.

His warm lips came closer, "If I want to remarry, will you say yes?" Sylvia answered without hesitation, "No."

But Franklin was not at all irritated by her answer.

He raised his hand, tenderly touched her collarbone, and smiled in a lowered voice, "One day you will."

His deep voice sounded sexy but it was full of confidence.

He buried his head in her neck.

"You are so beautiful..." He was rather generous in praising her.

What she feared the most eventually happened.

She was turned on as the virus took control of her, and she just wanted to be closer to him.

Franklin lowered his head and kissed her lips, wildly.

He released her after a long while.

Watching her reddened face, he cracked a smile, "Why are you blushing? We've been married for four years.”

His long fingers held her head up so that she could look directly into his eyes. The steam made her face look more shining...

Sylvia could do nothing about it.

the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt

were kept

our divorce..." he sounded

the bed,

lashes were flickering. She was

face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part

didn't want to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

his fingers under her jaw to raise them

like he was doing this all alone.

didn't even allow her

him, adding a dreamy

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

to time. It made her so tired. When could she get

good night.” He laid down by her

bed but had different thoughts on their

In a dim room.

slowly recovered consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up

doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are you

door, but no

out of the café with Darcie, she

here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was

fear, she huddled on the

money, no power, and was

light was turned

door

a pellet in

black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure

way

don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the

grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open

struggled as hard as she

a bottle of water and forced her

a lot and then it was impossible to get

like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which was sticking to

flowed down

to me? What do you

out

her life, she was the one being protected. Never

too late.” The

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged

was thrown

firmly tied by the man before