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

and shivery, and her face changed between

herself to

the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch of her body and

took a deep breath and moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain blinding

she made was like

mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into a

had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was

phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice on the

faintly. Her vision blurred, and she

high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of

didn't want to get a

longer mess with him. And now, did

Her dignity didn't allow her to do

would be tortured

determined to fight

perceived something wrong that happened to her and asked, "What's wrong?

lip tightly, her face burning

her phone in her hands tremblingly

up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful; and

was about

Sylvia tried walking

there were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The environment

take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all

clenched her teeth and forced

Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge

passed, but Sylvia only

never expected that walking would be torture for

The raindrops

eyes for a

It sucked.

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

the villa, Jasper was tidying up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out

a peek at Franklin and said

was shrouded in the

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

struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was going

A sudden

was a man

was tall, standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief

seemed that everyone

lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating his