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

a hint of alienation, making

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

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

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

dampened her pajamas and was gushing

if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to

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

teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had

that her pants had been wet through.

felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled

turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like

from me!"

complexion was a

exuded from her delicate

"Franklin! Let me

eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

voice was low

just recovered from the

kick him off and

her acting impatiently, then he finally

got liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom,

sank into the

second, he saw the

He changed

Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins

idea if he had

saw there were two bags, she sighed

tinged by the blood. The bed must be

her eyes for

while later, she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up the new

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

would be an

freeze-frame would definitely be the

man was handsome

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

down," said the cold voice of the man

will wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying,

due to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the

she was about to wash it

grabbed the

he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

scrubbing the dyed