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.

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squinted; his eyes were as black as ink,

alienation, making

water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

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

and cool, 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 warm fluid was

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense

down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and

Her face was a bit pale and her

his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had

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

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards

struggle made the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him,

don't flee from me!" said his

complexion was a

from her delicate and beautiful

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

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

was

so weak because she just recovered from

to kick him off and nodded,

at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised his

quickly rushed

into the

the next second, he saw the obtrusive

it. He changed

some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed

no idea if he

two bags, she sighed

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

eyes for a

and saw that Franklin

though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant as

a camera, it would be

definitely be

was handsome to

in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take

the cold voice of

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her

his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put

was about to

felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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