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.

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

eyes were kept closed

and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding

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

lashes were

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the

to him, so she kept pretending to

his fingers under

attitude made him feel like he was doing

was so bossy and didn't even allow her to

light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to

gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

to time. It made her so tired. When could she get rid of

laid down by her side and locked her in

darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people

In a dim room.

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

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

knocked hard on the door, but no one

went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then she

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

of fear, she huddled on

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

light

the door

walked in with a pellet in

she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting,

was no way she could tell what he looked

I don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed

the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her

as hard as she could,

of water and

lot and then it was

a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy,

down her

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

out loud

one being protected. Never had she been treated like

too late.” The man

holding her collar and dragged her out

thrown into

hands were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into this