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

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

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

showed a hint of alienation,

drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed

face, beautiful and 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 gushing out with a sense

the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was

tongue, chuckling. She had fled so many

her pants had been wet through. She shouted,

uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without another

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

flee from me!"

was

her delicate

and said, "Franklin! Let me

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

was low and

because she just recovered from

her urge to kick him off and nodded,

her acting impatiently, then he finally raised

and quickly rushed into the

into the

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on

He changed it

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

if he

there were two bags, she sighed with

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must

eyes for a

she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy

tall and handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet, it was as

was a camera, it would

would definitely be

man was handsome to the

Sylvia was not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended

cold voice of the man

will wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

toward her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying,

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

she was about to wash it

astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

scrubbing the dyed part