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.

most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her head heavier than

were kept closed

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

lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving

long and thick lashes were flickering. She was

her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of

want to talk to him, so she kept pretending

He placed his fingers under

made him feel like he was

and didn't even allow

shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time to time. It made her so tired. When could she

good night.” He laid down by her side and locked

night grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to

In a dim room.

sore.

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

on the door, but no

café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and

was here, a place

of fear, she

Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored.

the light was

door was

man in black walked in with a

black market. She 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

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

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

as hard as she could, trying

got a bottle of water and forced her to

it

lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front

flowed down her

Why are you doing this to me? What do you want? I can give

out

was the one being protected. Never had she been treated

too late.” The man

her holding her collar and dragged

thrown

firmly tied by the man before she