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.

to Franklin the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When

were kept closed the

and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded

bed, covered with a

and thick lashes were flickering.

by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed sinking

to him, so she kept pretending

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

feel like he was doing this all

so bossy and didn't even allow

him, adding a dreamy glow to

her eyes gradually opening. The virus in

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

from time to time. It made her so tired.

laid down by her side and locked

how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up

It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her.

door, but no one answered

out of the café with Darcie, she was

woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

fear, she huddled on the

of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not

light was turned

door was

in with a pellet in his hand. It looked

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

There was no way she could tell what he

don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the

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

hard as she

got a bottle of water and

it

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 wet due

down

me? What do you want?

cried out loud

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

late.” The man

her collar and dragged her out

thrown

firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into