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

corner of his eyes showed a hint of alienation,

stomach ached. A

She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered and powerful palms on

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

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out

Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to

Sylvia. Her face was a

front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

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

uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards

stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth precisely, his nose

me!"

complexion was a bit

exuded from her delicate and

"Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

voice was low

was so weak because she just recovered

her urge to kick him off and

and her acting impatiently, then

rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

it. He changed it

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

idea if he had

saw there were two bags, she sighed with

blood.

closed her eyes

the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to

though he was changing a

a camera, it would be

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

handsome to the

it. She found the sheet put aside on the

it down," said the cold voice

it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying,

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

about

that he grabbed the

he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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