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.

honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia

kept closed

you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding

lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head on the

long and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

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

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

placed his fingers

feel like he was doing this all alone.

and didn't even

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time to time. It made her so tired.

her

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

In a dim room.

her body so sore. She

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

door, but no one answered

she was dragged into a

a place unfamiliar

she

She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they

the light was

door was

black walked in with a pellet in his hand. It

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

covered. There was no way she could tell what he

that." She screamed and rushed to

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

as she could, trying to spit

a bottle of

and then it was

she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which was sticking to her, was all

flowed down

doing this to me? What do you

cried out loud

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

too late.” The man

her collar and dragged her out of the

was thrown into

hands were firmly tied by the man