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 and

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

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

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

she had suffered from the virus, her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his

to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What

was

to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and

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

teeth with his tongue, chuckling.

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

she

down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth precisely, his

from me!" said

was a bit

from her delicate

said, "Franklin! Let me go,

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

was low and

so weak because she just recovered from the pain

to kick

her paler face and her acting impatiently,

quickly rushed into the bathroom,

into the

saw the

it. He changed

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

idea if he had

were two bags, she

the blood. The bed must

eyes for

out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up

though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant

was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set for

would definitely be the cover of any

was handsome to

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

the cold voice of the man

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

felt confused due to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna

said she was about to wash it by

astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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