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.

took the cup

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carved face. He squinted;

alienation, making others fail to stop

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

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

His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you

gradually dampened her pajamas and was

Sylvia struggled to free herself and

gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and her

with his tongue,

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

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

throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin

don't flee from me!" said his

was a

exuded from her

seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go, please. My

his eyebrows coldly.

was

recovered from the pain caused by

to kick him off and nodded,

squinted at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he

and quickly rushed

sank into

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

changed it just

they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins

she had no idea if he had thrown them

there were two

pajamas were tinged by the blood. The

her eyes for a

of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to

tall and handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant

camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

definitely be the cover of

was handsome to

the sheet put aside on the ground

the cold voice of

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

gonna put it into the washing

was about to

grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked

was he going to

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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