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.

most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her head heavier than

eyes were kept closed

find you are more adorable and attracting after our

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

long and thick lashes were

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the

him, so she kept pretending

He placed his fingers under

attitude made him feel like he was doing

was so bossy and didn't even

shed on him, adding a dreamy

eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

It made her

night.” He laid down by her side and

the same bed but

In a dim room.

sore. She stood

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

knocked hard on the door, but no one

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

a place unfamiliar

she

of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and

light was

the door was

black walked in with a pellet in

not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to

face was covered. There was no way she could

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

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

struggled as hard as she could,

of water and forced her to drink

lot and then it was impossible

lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which

flowed down her

to me? What do

out

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

The man answered

lifted her holding her collar and dragged her out

thrown into

by the man before she was thrown into this