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

shivery, and her face changed

forced herself

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

her lead-like legs forward, the pain

was

needed cutting

had been drenched

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

Her vision blurred, and

burning desire reminded her

want to get a slap in

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

allow

would be tortured to die

determined to fight it to the

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

lower lip

her hands

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

about

tried walking

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

in a pavilion, but she had used

clenched her teeth and forced herself to

herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused

minutes passed, but Sylvia only

would

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

closed her eyes

It sucked.

pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet

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

Franklin and said timidly,

shrouded in the

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

the virus, looking at the rainstorm

so fast that she almost had her heart in her

give in?" A sudden voice said

sharply. It was a man in

standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible

everyone

illuminating his silver mask which