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 her head

eyes were kept

and attracting after our

had a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered

lashes were flickering. She

sitting by her side.

talk to him,

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw

attitude made him feel like he was doing this

was so bossy and didn't even allow her to keep

on him, adding a dreamy glow to his

flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired.

her side and locked

couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their

In a dim room.

body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around. It was so

Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are

hard on the door,

the café with Darcie, she

she was here, a place unfamiliar to her.

of fear, she huddled on the

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

the light was

the door was

a pellet

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

was no way she could

and rushed to the door, trying to escape

was prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the

as she could, trying to

somehow he got a bottle of water and forced her

then it was

away and ditched 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,

down

to me? What do you want? I can give

out

being protected. Never

late.” The

her holding her collar and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown into

firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into