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.

virus! It came back after dying down for a

and

forced herself to walk

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

deep breath and moved her

move she made was like treading

who needed cutting

been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was on her

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

said faintly. Her

and the burning desire reminded her

didn't want to get a slap in the

mess with him. And now, did she have

didn't allow

tortured

determined to fight it

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

lip tightly, her

hands

lightning made a zigzag in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful; and now she was like

about to

Sylvia tried

pavilions,

to take shelter in a pavilion, but she

her teeth and forced herself to

constantly told herself, trying to repress the

five minutes passed, but Sylvia only took

expected that walking would be

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

her eyes

It sucked.

she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No wonder

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

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

shrouded in

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

struggled with the virus,

she almost had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain

don't you give in?" A sudden voice said in

up sharply. It was a man

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

seemed that everyone was nonentity to

illuminating his silver