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.

virus! It came back after dying down

shivery, and her face changed between

forced herself to

time, the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife

breath and moved her lead-like legs

was

who needed

had been drenched

bag for her phone, and gave a call to

said faintly. Her

her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of what she needed

want to get

mess with him. And now, did she have to violate it due

didn't allow her to

she would be tortured to die

was determined to fight it to the bitter

perceived something wrong that happened to her and asked,

bit her lower lip tightly, her face burning

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

face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely

was about to

Sylvia tried walking

waters, pavilions, and trees.

take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all her strength

teeth and forced

herself, trying to repress the huge

passed, but

never expected that walking would

The raindrops that snapped at

closed her eyes for

It sucked.

she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No

up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked

a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail a

was shrouded

sporadically a few luxury cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone

the virus,

heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain

you give in?" A sudden voice

was a man in a

Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief and

seemed that everyone was nonentity

sky, illuminating his silver