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.

eyelashes fluttered. She took the

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

hint of alienation, making others fail to

water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her period started early

regular. She put down the cup and got

to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling

pajamas and was gushing out with a

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

Franklin fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit

teeth with his tongue, chuckling.

that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin!

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

and stared at

flee from me!" said his dangerous

was

exuded from her delicate and beautiful

really unwell and said, "Franklin!

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low and

because she just recovered from the pain caused by the

controlled her urge to kick him

her paler face and her

quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

into

the next second, he saw

He changed it

kept some sanitary napkins in

she had no idea if

saw there were two bags,

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must be

eyes for a

saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up the new

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

there was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

was handsome to

enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and

it down," said the cold voice of the man behind

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

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

gonna put

said she was about to wash it by

astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened

was he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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