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

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

A warm

and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin

tone, saying through gritted

pajamas and was gushing out

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

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and

with his tongue, chuckling. She

It was no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard!

more uncomfortable, so she struggled

throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe

flee from me!" said his dangerous

was a bit

from her delicate

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

was low and

because she just recovered

controlled her urge to kick

face and her acting impatiently, then

and quickly rushed into

into

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on

changed

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

no idea if he had

were two bags,

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must be

her eyes for a

of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy

handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet,

camera, it would be

would definitely be

man was handsome

sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take

it down," said the cold voice of the

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

toward her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed to

due to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into

about to wash

grabbed the sheet, opened the

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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