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

shivery, and her face changed between red

herself

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

moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain blinding

made was like treading

mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into

she had been drenched with sweat. Her

gave a call

Her vision blurred, and

desire reminded her of what

she didn't want to get

And now, did

dignity didn't allow her to do

would be tortured to

she was determined to fight it to the bitter

her and asked, "What's

her lower lip tightly,

phone in her hands tremblingly and said,

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

was about

Sylvia tried walking

waters, pavilions, and trees.

she had used all her strength to endure the

and forced herself

No." Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to

passed, but Sylvia only took three

that walking would

cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made her

eyes for a

It sucked.

the great drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet like a drowned

tidying up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked

said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail a

was shrouded in

passing by in the villa area. The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain.

with the virus, looking

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

A sudden

sharply. It was a

in the rain. Behind the mask were

seemed that everyone

flashed across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which