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

were kept closed the whole

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

bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head

lashes were flickering. She

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of

didn't want to talk to him, so

silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to

made him feel like he was doing this all

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

shed on him, adding a dreamy

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

virus controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired.

good night.” He laid down by her side

the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds?

In a dim room.

so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked

tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through

door,

the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a

here, a place unfamiliar

she

no power, and was not favored. Why were they

light was

door

in with a pellet in

from the black market. She could not help stepping back,

was covered. There was no way she

screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

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

as hard as she

of water and forced her

then it was impossible to get

on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair

down her

this to me? What do you want? I

out

was the one being protected. Never had

late.” The man

holding her collar and

thrown

the man