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.

to Franklin the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia

kept closed

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

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

thick lashes were

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

really didn't want to talk to him, so she

placed his fingers under her jaw to

was doing this all

didn't even allow

shed on him, adding a dreamy

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could

He laid down by her side and locked her in his

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

In a dim room.

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

locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She

knocked hard on the door, but no one answered

of the café with Darcie, she

a place unfamiliar to her. Was

she

money, no power, and was not

the light was turned

the door was

with a pellet

back, shouting, "What

way she could tell what he

don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed to

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

she struggled as hard as she

of water and forced her to

swallowed a lot and then it was impossible to

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

down

me? What do you want? I can give

out loud

one being protected. Never had

too late.” The man

her collar and dragged her out of

was thrown into

by the man before