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.

It came back after dying

hot and shivery, and her face

herself to

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

breath and moved her lead-like

made was like treading on

moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody

had been

bag for her phone, and gave a

Her vision blurred, and she

body and the burning desire reminded her of what

want to get a slap in the

that she would no longer mess with him. And now, did she have

allow her

tortured to die by

fight it to the bitter

that happened to her and asked,

bit her lower lip tightly, her face burning

phone in her hands

a zigzag in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful;

was about

Sylvia tried

waters, pavilions, and trees. The

a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to

teeth and forced herself

No." Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused

passed, but Sylvia only

that walking would

violently. The raindrops that

closed her eyes

It sucked.

the great drops pounding on her.

the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out of the

gave a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope

shrouded

in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone

the virus, looking at

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

don't you give in?" A sudden voice

sharply. It was a man in a silver

the

everyone

illuminating his silver mask which