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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was light on his angular, carved face. He squinted; his

his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making

her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her

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

close to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out

down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit

with his tongue, chuckling.

that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You

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

up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like

me!" said his

complexion was

her delicate and beautiful

unwell and said, "Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly.

was low and

recovered from the pain caused

her urge to kick him off and nodded, "Let

at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he

quickly rushed into

into the soft

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

He changed it

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

had no idea if he had

there were two bags,

the blood. The bed

eyes for

she came out of the bathroom and saw

changing

camera, it would be an

freeze-frame would definitely be

man was handsome to

the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to

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

will wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

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

she was about to wash

astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part