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.

She took the

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carved face. He squinted; his eyes were as black

showed a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves to

stomach ached. A warm

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

saying through gritted teeth,

gradually dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a

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

Sylvia. Her face was a bit

his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling.

was no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard! Let me

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

struggle made the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like

flee from me!" said his

was a bit

her delicate and

said, "Franklin! Let me go,

raised his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low

weak because she just recovered from the pain

controlled her urge to kick him off

and her acting

rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into

second, he saw the

changed it

some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in

no idea if he had

two bags,

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The

closed her eyes for a

came out of the bathroom and saw that

he was changing a sheet,

there was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting

be the cover of

was handsome

not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take

said the cold voice of the

wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are

but said, "I'm gonna put it into the

was about

to see that he grabbed the

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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