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.

but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia

were kept closed the whole

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

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

lashes were flickering. She was

her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia

to him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under

him feel like he was doing this all

didn't even allow her to keep

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy

flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

to time. It made her so

her side and locked her in his

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

In a dim room.

so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up

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

door, but no one

she went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged

up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was she

fear, she huddled on

the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping her? For

light was turned

door was

man in black walked in with a pellet in his hand. It

the aphrodisiac she bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What

no way she

I don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying

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

as hard as she

got a bottle of

and then it was impossible to get

she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her

flowed down her

are you doing this to me?

out

her life, she was the one being protected. Never

The man answered

her holding her collar and dragged her out of

was thrown into

were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into