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

corner of his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others fail to

water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

cup and got out of the

and cool, came close to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted

gradually dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense

go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia

his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was

with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so many

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

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

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

don't flee from me!"

complexion was a

from her delicate

said, "Franklin! Let me go, please. My

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick

was low

just recovered from the pain caused by

urge to kick him

her acting impatiently, then

liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

into

the next second, he saw

changed it

Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it.

had no idea if

Sylvia saw there were two bags,

the blood. The bed must be

her eyes for

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

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

camera, it would be

definitely be the

man was handsome to the

the sheet put

down," said the cold voice

it," said

Franklin made the bed.

powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her

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

never said she was about

to see that he grabbed

he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed part