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.

eyelashes fluttered. She took

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angular, carved face. He squinted; his eyes were as black as ink,

showed a hint of alienation, making others

her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her period started early

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

tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling

her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense

she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to

face was a bit

his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so

her pants had

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without

struggle made the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth precisely, his

don't flee from me!" said

complexion was a bit

exuded from her delicate and beautiful

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go, please.

his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low

just recovered from the pain caused

urge to kick him off and nodded, "Let

paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised his

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

into the

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

changed it

opened the locker. Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker

no idea if he had thrown them

saw there were two bags, she sighed with

the blood. The bed must

closed her eyes

came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

was changing a sheet, it was as elegant

would

definitely be the

was handsome

She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to

cold voice of the man

it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet

reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with a piece

said she was about to wash it by

next second, she felt astonished to see that he grabbed

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

the dyed