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 Sylvia was

eyes were kept closed the

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

on the bed,

thick lashes were flickering. She was

caressed her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel

really didn't want to talk to him,

silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under

he was doing this all alone. She felt

bossy and didn't even allow her to

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to

gradually opening. The virus in

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time to time. It made her so

night.” He laid down by her side and

slept on the same bed but had

In a dim room.

and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and

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

the door, but

with Darcie, she was

woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

of fear, she huddled on

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

light was

door

a

seemed it was the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take

no way she could

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

prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall.

she struggled as hard as she

bottle of water and

lot and then it was impossible to get

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 to the

down her

you? Why are you doing this to me? What do you

out

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

The man

and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown into a

by the man before she was thrown into