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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carved face. He squinted; his eyes were

hint of alienation, making

stomach ached. A

suffered 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

close to 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 getting

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a

she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm

fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and her

his tongue, chuckling. She

no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She

she struggled to move towards the bathroom

stared at him,

don't flee from me!" said

complexion was a

her delicate

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

eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

voice was low and

so weak because she just recovered from the pain caused by the

kick him off

face and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised his

liberated and quickly rushed into the

sank into

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

changed it just

locker. Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in

idea if he had thrown them

two bags, she sighed with

by the blood. The bed must

her eyes

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

handsome. Even though he was changing

would be

be the cover of any

man was handsome to

sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to the bigger

the cold voice of the

will wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands,

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

never said she was about to

felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet,

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed