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 eyes were as

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

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

got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her

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 impatient,

pajamas and was gushing out with a

to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to

on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and her jaw

tongue,

no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard! Let

so she struggled to move towards the bathroom

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

don't flee from me!"

complexion was a bit

her

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go,

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

voice was low

just recovered from the pain caused by the

kick him

her acting impatiently,

liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

into

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

changed

they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker

had no idea if he had thrown them

two

by the blood. The bed

closed her eyes for

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

though he was changing

camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

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

the cold voice

wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

and snatched the sheet in her hands,

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

said she was about to wash it

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

he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

dyed part hard