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.

took the cup and

looked at the man from time to time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

his angular, carved face. He squinted; his

of his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others

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

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

saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling that the warm fluid was getting

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with

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

fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a

with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

was no doubt that her pants had been wet

more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the

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

don't flee from me!"

was a

her delicate and beautiful

"Franklin! Let me go, please. My period

his eyebrows

was low and

she just recovered from the

controlled her urge to kick

her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally

rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

He changed it

some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in

she had no idea if he had

two bags,

pajamas were tinged by the blood.

closed her eyes for a

she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

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

would be an advertisement shooting set for

definitely be

was handsome

the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on

said the cold voice of the man

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

said, "I'm gonna put it

was about to wash

next second, she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into the

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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