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. When

eyes were kept closed the

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

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

long and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could

him, so she kept pretending to

are you silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise them

attitude made him feel like he was

so bossy and didn't even allow

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired.

night.” He laid down by her side and locked her in

how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable

In a dim room.

her body so sore. She stood up with a

and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded

hard on the door, but no one

she was dragged

here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was

fear, she

no power, and

the light was

the door

a pellet in his

black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you

covered. There was no way

screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to swallow

hard as she could, trying to spit

he got a bottle of

lot and then it was impossible to

on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her

down

Why are you doing this to me? What

cried out

was the one being

too late.” The man

and dragged her

was thrown into

hands were firmly tied by the man before she was