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.

came back after dying down for a long

shivery, and her

forced herself

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

a deep breath and moved her lead-like legs forward,

was like treading on a

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

been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was on her

and gave a

me," Sylvia said faintly. Her

her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her

want to get

with him. And now,

allow her to

be tortured to

she was determined to fight it to

happened to her and asked, "What's wrong? Where are

lip tightly,

held her phone in her hands

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

was about to

tried walking

bridges, waters, pavilions, and

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

clenched her teeth and forced herself

trying to repress the

passed, but Sylvia only

would be

The raindrops that snapped at

eyes

It sucked.

great drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet like a

dishes. Meanwhile, he

and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews

was shrouded in the

few luxury cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her and

the virus, looking at

heartbeat was so fast that she almost had her heart in her mouth.

give in?" A sudden voice

It was a man in a silver

in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief and

everyone was

sky, illuminating his