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

alienation, making others fail to stop

water, her stomach ached. A warm

cup and got out of the bed

intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you

her pajamas and was gushing

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

Sylvia. Her face was a

with his tongue, chuckling. She

her teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had been wet through.

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled

down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head

from me!" said his

was

from her

unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go, please. My

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low

weak because she just recovered from the

to kick

paler face and her acting impatiently,

quickly rushed into

into

he saw

He changed it just

some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker

had no idea if he had thrown them

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed

eyes

the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet, it was

it would be an

would definitely be the cover

handsome to

it. She found the sheet put aside on

cold voice of the

wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in

to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put

was about

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

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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