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.

the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt

kept closed

after our divorce..." he sounded

on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only

long and thick lashes were flickering. She

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

didn't want to talk to him, so

placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

him feel like he was doing this all

was so bossy and didn't even allow

light shed on him, adding a dreamy

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could she get

her side and locked

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

In a dim room.

slowly recovered consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood

flooded through

hard on the door, but

went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a

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

she huddled on the

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

light

the door was

black walked in with a pellet in his

seemed it was the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you

covered. There was no way she could tell

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

the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to

as she could,

bottle of water and

a lot and then it was impossible to get

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 and the front part of her clothes, which was sticking

flowed down her

this to me?

out loud

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

too late.” The man

holding her collar and

thrown

firmly tied by the man