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.

It came back after dying down

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

forced herself to walk

time, the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch

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

she made was like treading

was the mermaid who needed

had been drenched with

sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came

Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she almost

her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of what

get a slap in the

said that she would no longer mess with him. And now, did she

dignity didn't allow her to

she would be tortured to die

was determined to fight it to

that happened to her

lip

her phone in her hands

which was burning and blushing

was about to

tried walking

were bridges, waters, pavilions,

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

teeth and forced herself to

constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge

but Sylvia

never expected that walking would be torture for

The raindrops that snapped at her

closed her eyes for a while.

It sucked.

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

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

said timidly, "Hope

was shrouded in the

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

struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm

fast that she almost had her heart in her

A sudden voice said in her

It was a

rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes

that everyone was nonentity

flashed across the sky, illuminating his