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.

why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her

kept

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

the bed, covered with a thin

and thick lashes were flickering. She

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

him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her

feel like he was doing

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

shed on him, adding a dreamy

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

her side and locked her in his

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

In a dim room.

slowly recovered consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore.

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

door, but no

Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then

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

she

of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and

the light

the door

black walked in with a pellet in

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

way she

to take that." She screamed and rushed to the

was prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to

as hard as she could,

of water

a lot and then it was impossible to

as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the

flowed down her

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

out loud

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

late.” The man

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her out

thrown

the man before she was