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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squinted; his eyes were as black as ink,

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

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

the virus, her period was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put

to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth,

and was gushing out with a sense of

she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and

Sylvia. Her face was

front teeth with his tongue, chuckling.

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

so she struggled to move towards

down. When she turned her head and stared at him,

flee from me!" said his

was a bit

from her delicate and beautiful

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

his eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low

she just recovered from

urge to kick him off

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

rushed into

into the

second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

changed it just

they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed

if he had thrown them

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed with

were tinged by the blood.

closed her eyes

and saw

Even though he was changing a sheet, it was as elegant as vogue

there was a camera, it would be

would definitely be the cover of any

handsome to the

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

the cold voice of the

it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not

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

about

astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet,

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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