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

felt all hot and shivery, and her face changed between red

herself to walk

violent. What she felt now was

and moved her lead-like legs forward,

she made was like treading on a

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

the villa, she had been drenched with sweat.

sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave

said faintly. Her

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

she didn't want to get

with him. And

allow

tortured to die

determined to fight it to the bitter

wrong that happened to her and asked,

lower lip

phone in her hands

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

was about

Sylvia tried walking

pavilions, and trees.

in a pavilion, but she

and forced

to

passed, but Sylvia

expected that walking would be

was cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped

closed her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

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

up the dishes. Meanwhile, he

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

was shrouded in

by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance

with the virus,

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

don't you give in?" A

up sharply. It was a man in a silver

tall, standing in the rain. Behind the mask

that everyone was nonentity

the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made him more