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 the

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

a hint of alienation, making others fail to

her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered and powerful palms on her

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 that the warm fluid

her pajamas and was gushing out with a

Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to the

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

his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so many

teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had been wet

she struggled to

her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth precisely, his nose rubbing

me!" said

was a bit

exuded from her

"Franklin! Let me go, please. My

eyebrows coldly.

was low and

recovered from the

kick him off and nodded,

at her paler face and her

got liberated and quickly rushed into

into the

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on

it. He changed it

sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed

no idea if he had

saw there were two bags, she

by the blood. The bed must be tinged.

eyes

came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending

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

would be an advertisement shooting

would definitely be the cover of

man was handsome to the

it. She found the sheet put aside on

it down," said the cold voice of the man behind

will wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

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

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

was about to wash it

that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into the

he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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