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.

took to Franklin the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was

eyes were kept

find you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he

the bed, covered

and thick lashes were flickering. She was so

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

him, so

his fingers under her jaw

attitude made him feel like he was doing

bossy and didn't

on him, adding a dreamy glow to

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired.

her side and locked her in his

Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had

In a dim room.

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

doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded

hard on the door,

she was dragged

was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was she

she huddled on

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

the light

the door was

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

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

covered. There was no way

want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to

as she could, trying

got a bottle of

a lot and then it was impossible to get it

the floor as if 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 was sticking to her, was all wet due

down

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

out

being protected. Never had she

late.” The man answered

and dragged her out of the

thrown into

the man before she