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 cup

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

a hint of alienation, making

A warm

and got out of the

His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia

gradually dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense of

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

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale

front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so

pants had

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

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

don't flee from me!" said his dangerous

complexion was a

exuded from her delicate and

really unwell and said, "Franklin!

eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low and

weak because she just recovered from the

to kick him off and nodded,

paler face and her

got liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

into the

he saw the obtrusive

He changed it

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

she had no idea if he had thrown

there were two bags, she sighed

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

eyes for

the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up

changing a sheet, it was as

it would be an advertisement

be

handsome

put aside on the

it down," said the cold voice

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed

gonna put it into the washing machine with a

about to

she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the

he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed