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.

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

were kept closed

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,

were flickering. She

side. Sylvia could feel the

didn't want to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw

attitude made him feel like he was doing this all alone.

was so bossy and didn't even

light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to

her eyes gradually opening. The virus in

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

her from time to time. It made her so tired.

good night.” He laid down by her side and

how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy

locked. Fear and panic flooded through

hard on the door, but no

with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then

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

of fear, she huddled on

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

the light was

door

in black walked in with a pellet in his hand.

black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take the

way she could tell what he

don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying

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

as hard as she could, trying to spit it

he got a bottle of water

and then it was impossible to get

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

down

this to me? What

out loud

one being protected. Never

too late.” The man answered

her collar and dragged her out of the

thrown

hands were firmly tied by the man before