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,

kept

and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he

had a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a

were flickering.

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

really didn't want to talk to him, so she kept

sweetie?" He placed his fingers

him feel like he was

and didn't even allow her

adding a dreamy

eyes gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

virus controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired. When could she get

good night.” He laid down by her side and

grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed

In a dim room.

head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood

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

knocked hard on the door, but

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

here, a place unfamiliar to her.

she

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

the light was turned

door

with a pellet in his hand.

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

way she

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

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

she struggled as hard as she could, trying to

of water and

a lot and then it

and ditched her to 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

flowed down her

you doing this to me?

out loud

one being protected. Never had she been treated

late.” The man

collar and dragged her out of

was thrown into a

hands were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown