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

a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves to be

stomach ached. A warm

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 warm fluid was

pajamas and was gushing out with a sense of

bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to

on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale

teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had

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

she struggled to move towards the bathroom

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

me!" said his

complexion was a bit

from her

"Franklin! Let me go, please. My

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was

she just recovered from the pain caused by

controlled her urge to kick him

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

and quickly rushed into the

into the

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

He changed it just

kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed

idea if

there were two bags, she

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood. The bed must be tinged.

eyes for a

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

Even though he was changing a sheet, it was

there was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

man was handsome

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

it down," said the cold voice of the man behind

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands,

confused due to his reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it into the washing machine with a

was about to wash it

that he grabbed

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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