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 out, she felt her head heavier than

were kept closed the whole

more adorable and attracting after our

bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head on

thick lashes were flickering. She was

side. Sylvia

to him,

He placed his fingers under

made him feel like he was doing this all

bossy and didn't even allow her to

light shed on him, adding a dreamy

eyes gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

by her side and locked her

such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed

In a dim room.

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

flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are

on the door, but

she was dragged into a van,

a place unfamiliar to her. Was

of fear, she huddled on the

Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

the light was turned

the door

black walked in with a pellet

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

was covered. There was no way she

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

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

she

got a bottle of

a lot and then it was impossible

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

down

Why are you doing this to me? What do you want? I

out loud

was the one being protected. Never had she been treated

too late.” The man

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her out of the

was thrown

were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown