After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Franklin interrupted him again, "I know, but I will try."

Then Franklin hung up the phone.

He stood on the balcony, looking at Sylvia, who was sleeping tranquilly on the bed, through the glass door. His expression was deep and quiet. He gazed at her in silence. After a long while, he took an imported cigar from a humidor and pressed the button of his silver lighter.

Blue flame spurted out.

At this moment, Sylvia woke up and saw his beautiful face clearly.

It was as perfect as being created by the God, pretty but masculine. His eyes were glittering but freezing, like a devil, strong and aloof. Franklin took a snuff. The smoke shrouded him.

Sylvia looked around and found it was the bedroom where she lived four years ago.

Was she taken here by Franklin?

She gradually got her memory back.

The formidable masked man and the jealous Franklin flashed through her mind.

She felt a bit headache.

But her body was in a good condition, but a bit sore which reminded her of what happened before.

Did she have sex with Franklin again?

It was obvious.

However, why was he so sullen?

Sylvia sat up. She wanted to say something but failed because her throat was dry and uncomfortable.

She frowned slightly and found there was a cup of water on the nightstand.

She snatched it up and swallowed the water.

The flow went through her dry throat which was suddenly moistened. After drinking it up, Sylvia put down the cup. Meanwhile, Franklin stubbed out the cigar and opened the glass door, walking in and looking down on her.

There was a faint smell of tobacco around the man.

During their marriage, he never smoked in front of Sylvia.

It was the first time.

When she was a bit confused, the man spoke in an aloof voice, "Another cup?”

Sylvia bit her lower lip and said, "One more."

Then she saw him get another cup of water for her.

He bent, his tobacco-smell breathing reaching Sylvia's forehead and wafting down.

took the

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light on his angular, carved face. He squinted; his eyes were as

a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop

Sylvia was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her

had suffered from the virus, her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with

intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling that the warm fluid

her pajamas and was gushing out with a

right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself

fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale

tipped his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She

teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard!

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to

the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his

from me!" said his

was

exuded from her delicate

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin!

his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low

weak because she just recovered from the

kick him off and nodded,

and her acting impatiently,

got liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

sank into the soft

next second, he saw the obtrusive

He changed

she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker in

she had no idea if he had

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed with

blood. The bed must be tinged. Franklin!

her eyes

she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending

was changing a

camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set for

definitely be the cover of any

man was handsome to the

not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to the bigger

cold

will wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

toward her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying,

felt confused due to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with

was about to

he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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