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.

She took the

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

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

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

the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin

gritted teeth, "What are you doing?" Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling

her pajamas and was gushing

down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go!

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

teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled

pants had been

uncomfortable, so she

throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered

me!" said

complexion was

exuded from her delicate

unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me

his eyebrows coldly.

voice was low and

so weak because she just recovered from the

her urge to kick him off and nodded,

her paler face and her acting

and quickly rushed into the bathroom,

into the soft

next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on the

He changed it just

she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others

had no idea if he had thrown

there were two bags, she sighed with

were tinged by the blood. The bed must

eyes for

of the bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending

handsome. Even though he was changing a

was a camera, it would

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of any

man was handsome

it. She found the sheet put

it down," said the cold voice

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

the sheet in her hands, saying, "You are not allowed to touch cold water during

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

never said she was about to wash it

second, she felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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