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

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face. He squinted; his

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

water, her stomach ached. A

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

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

dampened her pajamas and was gushing

bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself

face was a bit pale and her jaw

with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

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

more uncomfortable, so she struggled

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

flee from me!" said

was a

exuded from her delicate

unwell and said, "Franklin! Let

eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

was

she just recovered from the

kick him off and nodded, "Let

face and her acting impatiently, then he

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into

saw the obtrusive crimson

He changed it

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

had no idea if

two bags,

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed

eyes for a

while later, she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up the

tall and handsome. Even though he was changing

was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

handsome

enjoy it. She found the sheet put

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

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet

"I'm gonna put it into

said she was about to wash it

see that he grabbed the

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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