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

and her face

forced herself to walk

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

breath and moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain

made was like

this moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting

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

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

Sylvia said faintly. Her vision

her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her

she didn't want to get

just said that she would no longer mess with him. And now,

Her dignity didn't allow

be tortured to die by the

determined to fight it to

her and asked,

bit her lower lip tightly,

hands

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

was about to

tried

were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The environment was

take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all

clenched her teeth and forced herself

herself, trying to repress the huge

five minutes passed, but Sylvia

walking would be torture for her

was cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The

closed her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

suffered from the great drops pounding on

dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out of the

and said

shrouded in

charming lady stood stiff in the

still struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

fast that she almost had her heart in

you give in?" A sudden voice said in her

was a man

in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with

everyone

the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made him more