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.

the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was

kept

attracting after our divorce..." he

on the bed, covered with

long and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel

didn't want to talk to him,

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

attitude made him feel like he was doing this all alone. She felt

bossy and didn't even

him, adding a dreamy glow to

gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her

by her side and locked

such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to

In a dim room.

her body so sore. She stood up

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

hard on the door, but no

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

up, she was here, a place unfamiliar

fear, she

was just one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and

the light was

door was

in with a

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

way she could tell what he

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

fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open

hard as she

bottle of water and forced her

a lot and then it

lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes

down

me? What do you want?

out

all her life, she was the one being protected. Never had she been treated

too late.” The

her holding her collar and dragged her

was thrown into a

the man before she was thrown