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.

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

eyes were kept

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

a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin

lashes were

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel

him, so

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

he was doing this all alone.

didn't even

adding a dreamy glow to his

eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

He laid down by her side and locked her

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

In a dim room.

so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and

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

on the door, but

out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into

a place unfamiliar to

she

no power, and was not favored. Why

light

door

with a

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

was no way

She screamed and rushed to the

arm and fixed her against the wall. His

hard as she could, trying to spit

got a bottle of water and forced her to

lot and then it was impossible to

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 wet

flowed down

this to me? What

out loud

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

The

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged

thrown

were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown