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 a long

and shivery, and her face changed between red

forced herself to walk

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

breath and moved her lead-like legs

was

was the mermaid who needed

been

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

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

the burning desire reminded her of

want to get a

with him. And now, did she have to violate it due to

didn't allow her to do

tortured to die by the

to fight it to the bitter

to her and asked,

lip tightly, her face burning

hands tremblingly

lightning made a zigzag in the dark sky. The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning

about to

tried walking

pavilions, and

pavilion, but she had

clenched her teeth and

herself, trying to repress the huge

but Sylvia only took three

would be torture for

rained violently. The

closed her eyes for a

It sucked.

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

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

a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss

city was shrouded in

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

with the virus, looking

she almost had her heart in her mouth. Seemingly, the

give in?" A sudden voice said

sharply. It was a man in a

standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief and

everyone was nonentity

illuminating his silver