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

of his eyes showed a hint of alienation,

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

and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with

saying through gritted teeth,

and was gushing out with

the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was

his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had

her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard! Let me

stomach felt more and more uncomfortable, so she

her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth

from me!" said his

was a bit

her delicate and

and said, "Franklin! Let me go,

raised his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low and

recovered from the pain caused by

controlled her urge to kick him off and

and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised

quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the

into the

the next second, he saw

changed it

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

she had no idea if

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed with

blood. The bed must be tinged.

her eyes for

while later, she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was

and handsome. Even though he was changing

a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

would definitely be the

was handsome to the

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

down," said the cold voice of

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet

to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put

she was about to wash

that he grabbed

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

the dyed part hard with