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.

She took

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face. He squinted; his eyes were as black as ink, looking

showed a hint of alienation,

stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her

the cup and got out

His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling that the warm

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense of

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

face was

his tongue, chuckling.

her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin!

more and more uncomfortable, so she

and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her

don't flee from me!"

complexion was

her delicate and

said, "Franklin! Let me go, please. My

eyebrows

was

she just recovered from the pain caused

controlled her urge to kick

face and her acting impatiently, then he

and quickly rushed into the bathroom,

into

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on

it. He changed it just

some sanitary napkins in it. Others

if he had thrown

two bags, she sighed

were tinged by the blood. The bed must

closed her eyes for

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

was tall and handsome. Even though he was changing

was a camera, it would be an

definitely be the cover

was handsome to the

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

said the cold

will wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed to touch cold water during

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

she was about to wash it by

felt astonished to see that he grabbed the

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part hard