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 cup

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

a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves

was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow

She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his

and cool, came close to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia

her pajamas and was gushing out with

bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and

Franklin fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a

his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so

that her pants had been wet through. She

uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards

stared at

me!" said his

was a

exuded from her delicate

"Franklin! Let

his eyebrows coldly.

was low and

recovered from the

kick him off and

her acting impatiently,

and quickly rushed

sank into the soft

he saw the obtrusive crimson on

changed it just

some sanitary napkins in

no idea if he had thrown them

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed with

were tinged by the blood. The bed must be

closed her eyes for

while later, she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

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

a camera, it would be an advertisement

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover

man was handsome to the

Sylvia was not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the

down," said the cold voice of

wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

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

"I'm gonna put it into the

she was about to wash it

he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

dyed part hard