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

only felt all hot and shivery, and her face changed

forced herself

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

breath and moved her lead-like legs

move she made was like treading

who needed cutting bloody

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

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

Her vision blurred, and she

the burning desire reminded her of what she needed

want to get a

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

Her dignity didn't allow her

would be tortured to die

fight it to

her and asked, "What's wrong? Where

her lower lip tightly, her face burning

hands

lit up Sylvia's face, which

about to

tried walking

bridges, waters, pavilions, and

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

teeth and forced herself

trying to

passed, but Sylvia

would be torture

it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at

closed her eyes

It sucked.

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

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

Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss

city was shrouded

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

with the virus, looking

fast that she almost had her heart in

you give in?" A

up sharply. It was a man in

rain. Behind the mask were

that everyone was nonentity to

lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made