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 a long

felt all hot and shivery, and

forced herself to

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

took a deep breath and moved her lead-like

was

she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into

had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was on her

her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice

me," Sylvia said faintly. Her

body and the burning desire reminded her of what she needed

want to get a

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

didn't allow her

would be tortured to die by

was determined to fight

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

lip tightly, her face burning

hands

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

about to

Sylvia tried

bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees.

in a pavilion, but she had

and forced herself

Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused by the

five minutes passed, but Sylvia only took three

expected that walking would be torture for her

was cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at

eyes for a while.

It sucked.

she suffered from the great drops pounding on

the dishes. Meanwhile, he

gave a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss

city was shrouded

the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her and felt amazed

still struggled with the virus, looking

had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain

A sudden voice

sharply. It was a man in a

the mask were terrible eyes tinged

that everyone was nonentity to

across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made