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.

why.

were kept closed the

our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding

Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt,

long and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

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

to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers

him feel like he was doing this all alone.

so bossy and didn't

adding a dreamy glow to his

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

It made her so

good night.” He laid down by her side and

the same bed but had different thoughts

In a dim room.

sore. She

groped 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 you

the door, but no

the café with Darcie, she was

was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was she

fear, she huddled on the

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

the light was turned

door

in black walked in with a pellet in his

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

covered. There was no way she could

screamed and rushed to the

prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her

as hard as she could, trying to

got a bottle of water

lot and then it was impossible to get it

floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and

flowed down her

me? What do you want? I can

out loud

all her life, she was the one being protected.

late.” The man

holding her collar and dragged her out of the dark

thrown into a

by the man before she was thrown into