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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was light on his angular, carved face. He squinted; his

alienation, making others fail to stop

ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her

her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously.

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

was gushing out with a sense

right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and

with his tongue, chuckling. She

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

so she struggled to move towards

turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe

me!"

complexion was

exuded from her delicate

unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go,

eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

was low and

she just recovered from the pain caused by

kick him off and nodded, "Let

at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised his

and quickly rushed into

sank into

second, he saw the obtrusive

changed

always kept some sanitary

had no idea if he

were two bags,

blood. The bed

closed her eyes for

the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending

Even though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant as

it would

be the cover

handsome to the

enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to

down," said the cold voice of the

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

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

said she was about to wash

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

he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part hard