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

shivery, and her face changed

herself to walk

the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch of her body and every cell in his

and moved her lead-like legs forward,

move she made was

she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when

she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet

bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice on the

me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred,

high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of what she needed

didn't want to get

that she would no longer mess with him. And

Her dignity didn't allow

would be tortured to die

to fight it

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

lip tightly, her face

in her hands tremblingly and said,

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

was about

tried walking

waters, pavilions, and trees. The

in a pavilion, but she had used all

and forced herself

told herself, trying to repress the huge

but Sylvia only

never expected that walking would be torture

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

eyes for

It sucked.

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

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

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

city was shrouded in the

extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast

the virus, looking

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

in?" A sudden voice

sharply. It was a man in

the

everyone was nonentity

illuminating his