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.

It came back after dying

only felt all hot and shivery, and her

herself

was like a knife gouging into every inch of her body and every cell

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

was like

mermaid who needed cutting bloody

out of the villa, she had been drenched with sweat. Her

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

and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her

her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded

get a slap in the

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

allow her to

be tortured to die by

was determined to fight

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

bit her lower lip tightly,

phone in her hands tremblingly and said, "Town...

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

about

tried

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

pavilion, but she

and

told herself, trying to repress the

passed, but

would

suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped

closed her eyes for

It sucked.

on her. No wonder she would be wet

Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out of the window

said

was shrouded

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

struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

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

A sudden voice said in

up sharply. It was a man in

Behind the mask were terrible

seemed that everyone was nonentity

his silver mask which made him