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.

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

eyes were kept closed

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

a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head

long and thick lashes were

side. Sylvia could feel the part of

to him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

was doing this all alone.

bossy and didn't

adding a dreamy glow

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could she get rid of

down by her side and locked

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

In a dim room.

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

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

on the door, but no one

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

woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

she huddled

money, no power, and was not favored.

the light was turned

door

with a pellet in his hand. It looked

help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you

was covered. There was no way she

want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door,

her against the wall. His

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

of water and forced her

lot and then it

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 to her,

flowed down her

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

out

was the one being protected. Never had she been

The

her collar and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown

tied by the man before she was thrown into this