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.

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

kept

more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he

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

long and thick lashes were flickering.

He was sitting by her side. Sylvia

didn't want to talk to him, so she

are you silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under

attitude made him feel like he was doing this all

bossy and didn't even allow

him, adding a dreamy glow

eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

from time to time. It made her so

her side and locked her

how many couples slept on the same bed but had

In a dim room.

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

panic flooded through her.

knocked hard on the door, but

she was dragged into a

was here, a place

she huddled on

She had no money, no power, and was not

the light was

door

with a

she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back,

covered. There was no way she could tell what he

She screamed and rushed

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

she struggled as hard as she could, trying to spit it

bottle of water and forced her to drink

then it was impossible to

to the floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes

flowed down her

doing this to me? What

cried out

one being

late.” The man answered

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her out

was thrown into a

firmly tied by the man before she was