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.

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

were kept closed the whole

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

the bed, covered

and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

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

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

placed his fingers under her jaw

he was doing this all alone. She felt

was so bossy and didn't even allow her to keep

him, adding a dreamy glow

gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

her from time to time. It made her so tired. When

her side

darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

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

and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody

hard on the door, but

of the café with Darcie, she was

she was here, a place unfamiliar to

of fear, she huddled on the

had no money, no

the light was turned

door

a pellet

back, shouting, "What do you

was covered. There was no way she could tell

She screamed and rushed to the

her against the wall. His hand

she could,

a bottle of water and forced her to

it was

lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes,

flowed down

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

cried out

the one being protected. Never had she been treated

late.” The man

and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown into a

man before