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.

after dying down for a long

shivery, and her face changed

herself

by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like

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

move she made was like

needed cutting bloody when turned into a

she stepped out of the villa, she had been

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

Sylvia said faintly. Her vision

burning desire reminded her

she didn't want to get a slap

mess with him. And

Her dignity didn't allow her

be tortured to die by

fight it to the bitter

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

her lower lip tightly, her face

in her hands

which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful; and now she was like a

about to

tried walking

there were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The

but she had used all her

and forced

to

but Sylvia only

expected that walking would be

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

closed her eyes for a

It sucked.

drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet

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

gave a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope

city was shrouded in

by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone

with the virus,

she almost had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was going to rip her

you give in?" A sudden voice said

sharply. It was a man in a silver

the mask were terrible eyes tinged with

that everyone was

his silver mask