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.

honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia

were kept closed the

and attracting after our

bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a

long and thick lashes were flickering.

gently caressed her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia

didn't want to talk to him, so

silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise them

like he was

bossy and didn't even allow her

light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired.

He laid down by her

the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people

In a dim room.

and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around. It was so

for the door and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded

door, but no one

café with Darcie, she was

here, a place unfamiliar to her.

of fear, she huddled

one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored.

the light was turned

door was

in with a pellet in

it was the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want

There was no way she could tell what

to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

man was prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and

hard as she could, trying

a bottle of water and forced her

a lot and then it was

ditched her to the floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which

flowed down

doing this to me? What

cried out

was the one being protected. Never had she been treated like

The man answered

he lifted her holding her collar and

thrown into

firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into