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 was

were kept

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

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

lashes were flickering. She was

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

him, so she kept

He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

him feel like he was doing this all alone. She

so bossy and didn't even allow

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy

eyes gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

from time to time. It made her

by her side and locked

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

In a dim room.

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

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

knocked hard on the door, but no one

she was dragged into a van, and then

up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to her.

of fear, she

money, no power,

light

door was

in with a pellet in

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

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

and rushed to

her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to swallow

as she could, trying to

bottle of water and forced her to

then it was impossible to

She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which was sticking to her, was all wet

flowed down

you doing this to me? What do

cried out loud

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

The man

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her

was thrown into a

were firmly tied by the man