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

and shivery, and her face changed

herself to walk

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

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

was like treading

this moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting

the villa, she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was on her

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

and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision

desire reminded her of what

get a slap in the

with him. And now, did she have to

didn't allow her to

tortured to die

determined to fight it to the bitter

her and asked, "What's wrong? Where

her lower lip tightly, her face burning

her hands tremblingly and said, "Town...

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

was about

tried walking

waters, pavilions, and trees. The environment was

take shelter in a pavilion, but she had

clenched her teeth and forced herself to

herself, trying to

minutes passed, but Sylvia

that walking would be torture for

violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made

her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

drops pounding on her. No wonder she

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

a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss

shrouded in

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

with the virus, looking at

had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was going to

you give in?" A

was a man

rain. Behind the mask were

that everyone was nonentity

flashed across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made him more