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

hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves to be

water, her stomach ached. A warm flow

suffered from the virus, her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the

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, feeling that the warm fluid

pajamas and was

would break down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go!

Franklin fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a

his tongue, chuckling. She had

her teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted,

more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom

and down. When she turned her head and stared at

me!" said his dangerous

was a

her delicate and beautiful

said, "Franklin! Let me go,

eyebrows

was low

weak because she just recovered from the

to kick him

her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally

quickly rushed into

into the

next second, he saw

He changed it just

Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary

no idea if he had

were two bags, she sighed

blood.

closed her eyes for a

came out of the bathroom and saw that

though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant as vogue

was a camera, it would be

be

handsome

to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the

it down," said the cold voice of

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You

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

was about

felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet,

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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