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

shivery, and her face changed

forced herself to

pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch of her body and

her lead-like

she made was like treading

needed cutting bloody when

stepped out of the villa, she had been drenched

gave a call

said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she

and the burning desire reminded

she didn't want to get a slap

she would no longer mess with him. And now,

dignity didn't allow her to do

be tortured to

to fight it to the bitter

wrong that happened to her and asked, "What's wrong? Where are

her lower lip

hands tremblingly

sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which

was about

Sylvia tried walking

pavilions,

take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all her

and forced herself to

herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused by

minutes passed, but Sylvia only took

never expected that walking would be torture for

violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made

eyes for

It sucked.

great drops pounding on

Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour

Franklin and said timidly, "Hope

was shrouded

charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her

virus, looking at the

was so fast that she almost had her heart in

give in?" A

up sharply. It was a

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

that everyone was nonentity

flashed across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made