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

looked at the man from time to time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

face. He squinted; his eyes

alienation, making others fail to

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

cup and got

came 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

was gushing out with

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

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face

with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so many

that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin!

uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without

and down. When she turned her head and stared at him,

from me!" said

complexion was

from her delicate

really unwell and said, "Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low and

she just recovered from the pain caused

kick him off and nodded,

and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised

quickly rushed into the bathroom,

sank into the

saw the obtrusive crimson on

it. He changed

she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an

had no idea if he had thrown

saw there were two bags,

were tinged by the blood. The bed must be tinged. Franklin!

her eyes

while later, she came out of the bathroom and saw

was changing a sheet,

a camera, it would be

would definitely be

was handsome to the

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

said the cold voice

will wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed to touch cold water

"I'm gonna put it into the washing

about to wash it by

he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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