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

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

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

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

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

gradually dampened her pajamas and was gushing out

if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a

front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She

was no doubt that her pants had been

more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom

stared at him, Franklin

from me!" said his dangerous

was

from her delicate and

said, "Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low

she just recovered from the pain

to kick him

paler face and her acting impatiently, then he

rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into the soft

he saw the obtrusive

changed

always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were

she had no idea if he

saw there were two bags,

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

eyes for

later, she came out of the bathroom and saw that

though he was changing a sheet, it was

a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

would definitely be the cover

man was handsome

the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside

cold

will wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

walked toward her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are

but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with a

she was about to wash it

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

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part hard with