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

all hot and shivery, and her face changed between red

forced herself to

she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch of

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

made was like treading

who needed cutting bloody

been drenched with sweat. Her wet

gawked at the sullen sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave

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

burning desire reminded her of what she

want to get a slap

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

allow her to do

tortured to die

fight it to

to her and asked, "What's

lip tightly, her

in her hands tremblingly and said, "Town...

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

was about to

tried

pavilions,

pavilion, but she had used all

her teeth and

trying to repress the huge shock caused

five minutes passed, but Sylvia only

expected that walking would be torture for

and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at

eyes for a

It sucked.

on her.

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

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

city was shrouded in the

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

the virus, looking at the

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

you give in?" A sudden voice said in

up sharply. It was

standing in the rain. Behind the mask were

that everyone was

his