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 felt her head

eyes were kept

our divorce..." he sounded like

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

lashes were flickering. She

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

really didn't want to talk to him, so she

He placed his fingers under

feel like he was

bossy and didn't even allow her

him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her

her side and locked her in his

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

In a dim room.

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

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

hard on the door, but no one

the café with Darcie, she was dragged

here, a place

of fear, she huddled on the

of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not

the light was

the door was

in with a pellet in his hand.

was the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take the pill." His

There was no way she could tell what

She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

her arm and fixed her against the wall.

struggled as hard as she could, trying to spit

got a bottle of water and forced her to drink

and then it was impossible to

Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her

flowed down

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

out

the one being protected. Never

late.” The man

her collar and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown into a

by the man before she