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

were kept closed

you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like

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

thick lashes were flickering. She was

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed

want to talk to him, so she kept pretending

placed his fingers under her

was

so bossy and didn't even

shed on him, adding a

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

good night.” He laid down by her side and locked her in

darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people

In a dim room.

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

tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where

door, but no one

with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then she

a

of fear, she huddled on

one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was

the light was turned

door was

in 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

way she could tell what he looked

She screamed and

was prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the

as she

got a bottle of water and forced her

a lot and then it was impossible to

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

down

you doing this to me?

out loud

all her life, she was the one being protected. Never had she been

The man answered

lifted her holding her collar and

was thrown into

were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into this