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.

fluttered. She took the cup and

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squinted; his eyes were as black

alienation, making others

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

and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered and powerful palms on

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

dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense

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

Her face

his tongue, chuckling. She had

no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted,

uncomfortable, so she

struggle made the apple of his throat move up and down. When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head

from me!"

complexion was

from her

said, "Franklin! Let

eyebrows coldly. "Don't

voice was low

she just recovered from the pain caused by the

kick him

face and her acting

quickly rushed into

into

next second, he saw

it. He changed

sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker in her

idea if he had thrown them

were two bags,

thin pajamas were tinged by the blood.

eyes for a

and saw that Franklin was bending to tidy up

was changing a sheet, it was

camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set for

would definitely be the

was handsome to the

found the sheet put aside

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

wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

and powerful legs and snatched the sheet

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

never said she was about to wash it by

he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

the dyed