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.

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

eyes were kept

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

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

were flickering. She

was sitting by her side. Sylvia

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

his fingers

made him feel like he was doing this all alone.

and didn't even allow her to

shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

eyes gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired. When could she get

laid down by her side

the same bed but had different thoughts

In a dim room.

was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up

then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are

door, but no one

of the café with Darcie, she was

woke up, she was here, a

she huddled on

was just one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

the light was turned

the door was

in black walked in with a pellet in his hand.

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

face was covered. There was no way she could

She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape the

fixed her against the wall. His

struggled as hard as she could, trying

got a bottle of water

and then it was impossible to get

floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her

down her

doing this to me? What do you want? I can

cried out loud

she was the one being

too late.” The man

her collar and dragged her out of the dark

thrown

the man before she was thrown into