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.

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

a hint of alienation,

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

and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his

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

her pajamas and was gushing out

right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to the

Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and her

with his tongue, chuckling. She had

had been wet through. She shouted,

stomach felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the

made the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin

flee from me!" said his

was a bit

exuded from her

"Franklin! Let me go,

eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

voice was low and

because she just recovered from the pain

kick

her acting impatiently, then

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

into the

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

changed it

divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it.

no idea if he had thrown

there were two bags, she

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must be tinged.

eyes for a

she came out of the bathroom and saw

Even though he was changing a sheet, it

would

be

was handsome to

sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it

the cold voice of

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

gonna put it into

about

she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet,

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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