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.

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

eyes were kept closed the

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

on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head on

thick lashes were flickering.

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed sinking

to talk to him, so she

silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

made him feel like he was doing this all alone. She felt

was so bossy and didn't even allow her

adding a dreamy glow to his

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could

laid down by her side and locked her in

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

In a dim room.

sore. She

the door and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through

knocked hard on the door, but no one answered

she went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and

she woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

fear, she huddled on the

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

the light was turned

door

a pellet

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

way she

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

the man was 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

bottle of

it was

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 front part of her clothes, which

flowed down

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

out loud

one being protected. Never had she

too late.” The man answered

her collar and dragged her out of the dark

thrown into

man before