After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Mrs. Maskelyne is so great.”

"Good job."

Franklin didn't respond to Sylvia on Twitter. He put the knife and fork down and looked at her with his dark eyes, saying, "Are you angry?" "Franklin, don't be so childish, Okay?" Sylvia also put down her knife and fork, "Why is your unapproachable-president image totally shattered? You are aloof, dignified, and dismissive of descending to being ordinary, aren't you?"

"For you, I am content to be ordinary.” Franklin picked a piece of fish into Sylvia's bowl, "Sylvia, you can't get rid of me."

The man was so pushy. She felt a bit stifled. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She said nothing but began to eat.

“If you don't like my high profile, I will change." Franklin felt a bit nervous due to Sylvia's silence so he hurriedly added.

Some netizens commented on the forum that girls liked to be shown off by their boyfriends on social media as a way to make their relationships known to all.

Surely, he was fooled by the comment again.

Damn it!

Sylvia had trouble adjusting to his sudden nervous tone because he was always superior, aggressive, and temperamental.

But he was such a pushover now, saying that he would change on his initiative.

It was a bit freaking her out.

But she didn't react much. After all, others didn't see her face. Otherwise, it would be a disaster.

They had gotten divorced but still messed around with each other. Moreover, she was posted as Mrs. Maskelyne by him on Twitter every day.

If someone dug out stuff on them and nailed Franklin's lies, it would be indecent for them.

She sighed. "Franklin, we can't get back. So don't do this again. It's so naive."

"Not even friends?" Franklin asked, looking depressed with his dashing eyebrows knitted.

He started to be irrepressibly fretted.

He clenched his fists and fought the impulse to sweep everything off the table.

"Then just friends," Sylvia looked at him and said.

She pulled out some napkins to wipe her lips, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, a violent feeling attacked her.

back after dying

hot and shivery, and her face changed between

forced herself to walk

violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch

her

move she made was like

moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into a human

the villa, she had been drenched with

gave a call to Logan. Then there came

Her

burning desire reminded

she didn't want to get a

And now, did

allow her to do

she would be tortured to die by the

was determined to fight it to

to her and asked,

lip tightly, her

her phone in her hands tremblingly and said, "Town... Townyer

in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly.

was about to

tried

there were bridges, waters, pavilions, and

a pavilion, but she had used

clenched her teeth and forced herself

to repress the

five minutes passed, but Sylvia only took three

would be torture

rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made

eyes for

It sucked.

she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet like

the villa, Jasper was tidying up the dishes. Meanwhile,

Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews

shrouded in the

cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast

virus, looking at the rainstorm

that she almost had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was

A sudden voice

up sharply. It was a man

was tall, standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes

seemed that everyone was

across the sky, illuminating his silver mask