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 was carried out, she felt her head heavier

were kept closed

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

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

and thick lashes were flickering.

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

him,

placed his fingers under her jaw to raise them

he was doing this all alone.

and didn't

adding a dreamy

her eyes gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

He laid down by her side and locked

on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people

In a dim room.

was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around. It

Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here?

the door, but no

she went out of the café with Darcie, she

up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

fear, she huddled

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

the light was turned

door was

in with a pellet in

market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take the pill." His

face was covered. There was no way she could tell what he

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

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

struggled as hard as she could, trying to spit it

of water and forced her to

then it was impossible to get it

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

flowed down

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

cried out

life, she was the one being protected. Never

The

lifted her holding her collar and dragged her out of the

thrown

tied by the man