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

of alienation, making others fail to

ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh,

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

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

dampened her pajamas and was

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

Her face

tongue, chuckling. She

her teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had

uncomfortable, so she struggled

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

flee from me!" said his dangerous

complexion was

her delicate

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

his eyebrows coldly.

was low

recovered from

her urge to kick him off and

and her acting impatiently,

quickly rushed into the

into the

the next second, he saw the

changed it

the locker. Before they got divorced, she always kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were placed in an exclusive locker

she had no idea if

Sylvia saw there were two bags, she sighed

blood.

eyes for a

saw that Franklin was bending to tidy

tall and handsome. Even though he was changing

there was a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting

freeze-frame would definitely be the

man was handsome to the

Sylvia was not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside on the ground and intended to

cold voice of

it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

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

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

about to wash it

that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door,

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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