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.

fluttered. She took the cup

looked at the man from time to time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on

He squinted; his eyes were as

of his eyes showed a hint of alienation,

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

face, beautiful and cool, came close to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a

now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm

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

his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so

pants had been wet through.

uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without

his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at

me!" said

complexion was

her delicate and

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me

eyebrows coldly. "Don't

was low and

she just recovered from the

her urge to kick him off and

her paler face and her acting impatiently, then

and quickly rushed into the

sank into the

the next second, he saw the obtrusive

it. He changed it just

divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed

idea if he had thrown them

two

the blood. The bed must be tinged. Franklin!

her eyes for a

bathroom and saw that

was tall and handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet, it was as

it would be an advertisement shooting set for

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of

handsome

the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to the bigger washroom

down," said the cold voice of the

it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed to touch cold water during your

his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine

was about to wash it by

astonished to see that he grabbed the

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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