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.

came back after dying down for a long

only felt all hot and shivery, and her face

herself

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

deep breath and moved her lead-like legs

made was like treading

moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting

had been drenched with sweat.

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

faintly. Her vision blurred, and she almost lost

desire reminded her of what

get

no longer mess with him. And

dignity didn't allow

be tortured

to fight

something wrong that happened to her and

lip tightly, her face

her hands tremblingly

made a zigzag in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly.

about

Sylvia tried walking

pavilions,

but she had used all her strength to

her teeth and forced herself to

herself, trying to repress the huge shock

five minutes passed, but Sylvia only

that walking would

violently. The raindrops that snapped

her eyes

It sucked.

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

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

at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews

was shrouded in

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

the virus,

in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain

give in?" A sudden voice said

was a man

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

seemed that everyone was nonentity to

illuminating his silver mask which made him