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.

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

were kept closed

find you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding lust

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

lashes were flickering. She was so

was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part

him, so she kept pretending

He placed his fingers under her jaw

him feel like he was doing this

and didn't even allow her

on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so

laid down by her side and locked her in his

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

In a dim room.

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

Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody

the door, but

café with Darcie, she was

a place unfamiliar to her. Was

she huddled

the Evans. She had no money, no

the light was

the door

in with a pellet in his hand. It

not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you

There was no way she could tell what he

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

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

hard as she could,

a bottle of water and forced her to

a lot and then it was

a rag. 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

down her

you doing this to me? What do you want? I can give

cried out loud

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

late.” The man answered

lifted her holding her collar and dragged her

thrown

by the man before she was thrown