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

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

showed a hint of alienation, making others

was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm

cup and got out of the bed

to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"

was gushing out with a sense

break down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled

Sylvia. Her face was a

his tongue, chuckling. She

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

and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move

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

don't flee from me!" said

complexion was a

from her delicate and

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

raised his eyebrows coldly.

was low and

so weak because she just recovered from the pain caused

her urge to kick him off and nodded, "Let

squinted at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then

got liberated and quickly rushed into

into the soft

the next second, he saw

changed

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

if he

saw there were two bags, she sighed with

blood. The bed must be tinged. Franklin!

eyes for

of the bathroom and saw that Franklin

Even though he was changing a sheet, it was

it would be an advertisement shooting

would definitely be the cover of any

handsome

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

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

it,"

Franklin made the bed.

her with his long and powerful legs and snatched the sheet in her

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

said she was about to wash it by

grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked into the washroom

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

was scrubbing the dyed