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

and shivery, and her face changed

forced herself to walk

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

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

made was like treading on a

this moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into a

she stepped out of the villa, she had been

her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then

Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she almost lost

burning desire reminded her of what

to get a slap in

no longer mess with him. And now,

dignity didn't allow her to

be tortured to die by

she was determined to fight it to the

her and asked, "What's wrong? Where are

bit her lower lip

hands tremblingly

light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly. She was extremely beautiful; and now she was like a

was about

Sylvia tried walking

were bridges, waters, pavilions,

a pavilion, but she had used all her

her teeth and forced

Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the

minutes passed, but Sylvia only took three

expected that walking would be torture for

it rained violently. The raindrops that

eyes for

It sucked.

rain, she suffered from the great drops pounding on her.

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

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

shrouded

the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance

virus, looking at the rainstorm

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

in?" A sudden

sharply. It was a man in

in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes

everyone was

lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating his