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.

back after dying down

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

forced herself to walk

by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a

a deep breath and moved her

made was like

needed cutting bloody when

the villa, she had been

her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice

me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she

desire reminded her of

didn't want to get a slap

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

allow her to do

would be tortured

was determined to fight it

to her and asked, "What's wrong?

lip

hands tremblingly and said, "Town...

face, which was burning and blushing

about

Sylvia tried

pavilions, and trees. The

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

and forced herself to

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

minutes passed, but

would

and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops

eyes for a while.

It sucked.

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

the dishes. Meanwhile, he

said timidly, "Hope

shrouded in

The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her

still struggled with the virus, looking at the

fast that she almost had her heart in

don't you give in?" A sudden voice

It was a man in a

the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged

everyone was

sky, illuminating his silver mask which made him