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.

came back after dying down for

only felt all hot and shivery, and her face changed between red and

forced herself

she felt now was

deep breath and moved her lead-like legs forward,

was like treading on

moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody

of the villa, she had been drenched with sweat. Her wet hair was on

phone, and gave a call to

and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision

burning desire reminded her of what she needed

want to get a slap in

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

allow her to do

she would be tortured to die by

to fight it

wrong that happened to her

her lower lip tightly, her face burning

hands

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

was about to

Sylvia tried

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

to take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to endure

clenched her teeth and forced herself

Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the

five minutes passed, but

expected that walking would

violently. The raindrops that

closed her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

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

up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked

said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail

city was shrouded

by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her and felt amazed

the virus, looking at the rainstorm

in her mouth. Seemingly, the pain was going

give in?" A sudden voice said

sharply. It was a man in

in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged

that everyone was

the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made