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 and

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

his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves

A warm flow gushed. Gosh,

put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put

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

was gushing out with a

Sylvia struggled

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face

his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

doubt that her pants had

more uncomfortable, so she

her 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 nose

me!"

was a bit

exuded from her delicate

"Franklin! Let me

his eyebrows

was low and

weak because she just recovered from the

her urge to kick him off

face and her acting impatiently, then he

and quickly rushed into the

into the

saw

it. He changed

some sanitary

idea if

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she

the blood. The bed must be

her eyes for

and saw that Franklin was

he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant as vogue

it would be

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

handsome to the

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

said the cold voice of

will wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

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

his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put

said she was about to wash it by

grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into the washroom

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

scrubbing the dyed