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

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

on his angular, carved face. He squinted; his eyes were as black as ink,

showed a hint of alienation,

stomach ached. A

She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered and powerful palms on her

tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and

and was gushing out

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

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a

tipped his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

no doubt that her pants had been wet through.

so she struggled to

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

me!" said

complexion was a bit

exuded from her delicate and beautiful

said, "Franklin! Let me go, please.

his eyebrows coldly.

was

because she just recovered from the pain caused by the

controlled her urge to kick him off and

at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then

got liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

into the soft

the next second, he saw the obtrusive

changed it

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

idea if he had thrown

there were two bags, she sighed with

tinged by the blood. The bed must be tinged.

closed her eyes for

saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up the new

was changing a sheet,

was a camera, it would be

would definitely be the

man was handsome to

sheet put aside on the ground

said the cold voice

wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

sheet

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

was about to wash

second, she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the

he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

scrubbing the dyed part hard with