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 down for a long

all hot and shivery, and her face changed

herself

caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every

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

was like treading on

who needed cutting bloody when turned

the villa, she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet

phone, and gave a call to Logan.

and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her

desire reminded her of

to get a slap in

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

didn't allow her to do

be tortured to

was determined to fight it to

wrong that happened to her and asked,

lower lip tightly, her

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

in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful; and

about

tried walking

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

but she

and forced herself

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

minutes passed, but Sylvia only

expected that walking would

The raindrops

eyes for

It sucked.

the great drops pounding on

was tidying up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at

said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail

city was shrouded

few luxury cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her

with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

in

you give in?" A sudden voice said

It was a man in a silver

standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief and

seemed that everyone

across the sky, illuminating his