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.

she didn't know why.

eyes were kept

and attracting after our divorce..."

while Sylvia was lying on the bed,

thick lashes were flickering. She was so

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

talk to him, so she

his fingers under her jaw to raise them

feel like he was doing this all alone. She

bossy and didn't even allow her to

shed on him, adding a dreamy

gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

night.” He laid down by her

grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their

In a dim room.

Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy

panic flooded through her. She shouted,

knocked hard on the door, but

out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then she

a place

she huddled

no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

the light was turned

door was

man in black walked in with a

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

There was no way she could tell what

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

against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced

hard as she

of water and forced

a lot and then it

away and ditched her to the floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were

down

you doing this to me? What do you

cried out loud

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

The

collar and dragged her out of

thrown into a

tied by the man before she was thrown