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.

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

kept closed

after our divorce..." he sounded like he

the bed, covered with

lashes were

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

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

He placed his

he was

was so bossy and didn't

him, adding a dreamy

gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired. When could she get rid

down by her side and locked her

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

In a dim room.

so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood

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

on the door, but

she was dragged into a van,

was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was she

of fear, she huddled

no money, no power, and was not favored. Why

the light was turned

door was

walked in with a pellet in his hand. It

bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make

There was no way she could tell what he looked

want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the

her arm and fixed her against the wall.

hard as she could, trying to spit

a bottle of water

it was impossible to

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

flowed down

this to me? What do you want? I

cried out loud

the one being protected.

The man answered

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her

thrown

tied by the man before she