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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his angular, carved face. He squinted; his

eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves

her stomach ached. A warm

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

saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was

pajamas and was gushing

the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to the

on Sylvia. Her face was

his front teeth with his tongue,

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

so she struggled to move towards

move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped

flee from me!" said his dangerous

complexion was

her delicate and

unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low

she just recovered from the pain

kick him off and nodded, "Let

her paler face and her acting

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

sank into

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

He changed

opened the locker. Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker

she had no idea if

saw there were two bags, she sighed with

blood. The

eyes

out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

handsome. Even though he was changing a sheet,

would

be

handsome

the sheet put

cold voice of

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

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

gonna put it into

was about to wash it by

grabbed

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part hard with