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 for a long

and shivery, and her face changed

herself to

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

breath and moved her

was like

moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when

she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair

the sullen sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then

said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she

desire reminded her of what she

didn't want to get

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

Her dignity didn't allow

would be tortured to

determined to fight it to the bitter

wrong that happened to her and asked,

her lower lip tightly, her face burning

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

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

about to

Sylvia tried

were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees.

in a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to endure the

teeth and forced herself

Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge shock

five minutes passed, but Sylvia

would be

was cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made her

closed her eyes

It sucked.

rain, she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet like a drowned

up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour

peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail a

city was shrouded in the

few luxury cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady

virus, looking

heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was

give in?" A sudden

up sharply. It was a

was tall, standing in the rain. Behind the

that everyone

illuminating his silver