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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squinted; his eyes were as

of his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others fail

Sylvia was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

she 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 his

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 was

pajamas and was gushing out

bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and

face was a bit

front teeth with his tongue,

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

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she

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

me!" said his dangerous

complexion was

her delicate and

"Franklin! Let

raised his eyebrows

voice was low

because she just recovered

urge to kick him off and nodded,

squinted at her paler face and her

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

sank into

saw the obtrusive

it. He changed it just

locker. Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others

idea if he

there were two bags, she sighed with

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must

eyes for a

she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to

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

would

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

man was handsome to

it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground

down," said the cold voice of the man behind

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not

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

she was about to wash it by

grabbed the sheet, opened

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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