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.

It came back after dying down

and shivery, and her face changed between

forced herself to walk

this time, the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging

deep breath and moved her

made was like treading

she was the mermaid who needed

villa, she had been drenched with

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

me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she

body and the burning desire reminded her of

to get a

And now, did she have

didn't allow her

would be tortured to die by

she was determined to fight it to the bitter

to her and asked, "What's wrong?

bit her lower lip tightly, her

hands tremblingly

was growling and lightning made a zigzag in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and

about to

Sylvia tried

were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The

shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all

and forced

No." Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused by

but Sylvia only took

would be torture for

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

eyes for a

It sucked.

on

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

and said timidly, "Hope

city was shrouded in the

were sporadically a few luxury cars passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at

still struggled with the virus, looking at

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

A sudden

up sharply. It was a man

rain. Behind the mask

that everyone was nonentity

the sky, illuminating his silver