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.

after dying down for a

and shivery, and her face changed between red

forced herself to

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

breath and moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain

made was like

needed cutting bloody

had been drenched

in her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice on the phone, "Hi,

Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and

the burning desire reminded her of what she needed

get a slap in

said that she would no longer mess with him. And now, did she have to violate it due to

didn't allow her to do

she would be tortured to die by

to fight it

wrong that happened to her and

lip tightly, her

held her phone in her hands tremblingly

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

was about

Sylvia tried

pavilions, and trees.

a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to

clenched her teeth and forced

No." Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress

passed, but Sylvia only

that walking would be torture for her

suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that

closed her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

in the rain, she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No

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

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

was shrouded in

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

still struggled with the virus, looking

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

don't you give in?" A sudden voice said

was a

in the rain. Behind the

everyone

illuminating his silver mask which made