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

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

a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves

ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her

was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered

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 was

pajamas and was

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

fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit

his tongue, chuckling. She

had been wet through. She

and more uncomfortable, so she struggled

throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at

flee from me!" said

complexion was a bit

from her

really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go,

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low and

because she just recovered from the pain

controlled her urge to kick him off and nodded,

face and her acting impatiently,

got liberated and quickly rushed into

sank into the soft

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

changed

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

had no idea if he had

were two bags, she sighed

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The

her eyes for a

came out of the bathroom and saw that

he was changing a sheet, it was

would be

be the cover of any

man was handsome to

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

the cold voice of the man

will wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in

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

never said she was about to

second, she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened

was he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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