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.

why. When Sylvia was carried

were kept

are more adorable and attracting after our

Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her

and thick lashes were

her side. Sylvia

to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

he was doing this all alone. She

was so bossy and didn't even allow her to

him, adding a dreamy

her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

virus controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired. When could

down by her side and locked her in

night grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to

In a dim room.

sore.

was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here?

on the door, but no one answered

café with Darcie, she was

was here, a

fear, she huddled

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

the light was

the door was

black walked in with a pellet in his hand. It looked

it was the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take the pill." His voice

was covered. There was no way she could tell what he

She screamed and rushed to

prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the

as she could,

got a bottle of water and forced her to

it

and 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

flowed down

me? What do you want? I

out loud

the one being protected. Never had

too late.” The man

lifted her holding her collar and dragged

was thrown into a

firmly tied by the man before she was