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 cup

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squinted; his eyes were as black as

of alienation, making others fail to stop

stomach ached. A warm flow

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

was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling that the

was

go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled

Her face was a bit pale and

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

had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You

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

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 earlobe in his mouth

flee from me!" said his dangerous

complexion was a bit

exuded from her delicate

really unwell and said, "Franklin!

his eyebrows

voice was low and

so weak because she just recovered from the pain caused by the

controlled her urge to kick him off and nodded,

her paler face and her acting impatiently, then

rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into the

saw the obtrusive crimson on

He changed it just

divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an

if he had

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she

were tinged by the blood.

her eyes

and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up

Even though he was changing a sheet,

would be an advertisement shooting set for

be the cover of

man was handsome

She found the sheet put

down," said the cold voice of the man

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

snatched the sheet in her hands, saying,

to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with

said she was about to

to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part hard with