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 dying down for a

only felt all hot and shivery, and

herself to walk

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

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

made was like treading

needed cutting

villa, she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair

and gave a

get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision

the burning desire reminded

didn't want to get a slap in

him. And now,

allow

would be tortured to die by

determined to fight it to the

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

bit her lower lip tightly, her face burning

hands

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

was about to

tried walking

there were bridges, waters, pavilions,

she

clenched her teeth and

to repress the huge shock caused by

minutes passed, but Sylvia only took

walking would be torture for her

cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The

her eyes for a

It sucked.

drops pounding on her. No

Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out of

said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail a

city was shrouded in

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

still struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

was so fast that she almost had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly,

don't you give in?" A

It was a man in a silver

the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief

everyone was

the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made