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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He squinted; his eyes were as black as

of alienation,

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

period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out

face, beautiful 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

dampened her pajamas and was

bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself

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

with his tongue, chuckling.

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

uncomfortable, so she struggled to

made the apple of his throat move up and 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 nose

don't flee from me!"

complexion was

her

said, "Franklin!

raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

was low

so weak because she just recovered from

controlled her urge to kick him off

and her acting impatiently, then

and quickly rushed into the

sank into the soft

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson

it. He changed it just

always kept some sanitary napkins

no idea if he

were two bags, she sighed

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed

her eyes for

she came out of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending

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

a camera, it would be

definitely be the cover of

handsome to

found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to take it to

cold voice of the

will wash it," said

Franklin made the bed.

toward her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her

but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with a

was about to wash it

see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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