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.

eyelashes fluttered. She took

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

his eyes showed a hint of alienation,

Sylvia was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed. Gosh, her period started early

was never regular. She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously. However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered

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

dampened her pajamas and was gushing

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

on Sylvia. Her face was a bit

his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so

pants had been

so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without

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

flee from me!" said his

was

her delicate and

unwell and said, "Franklin!

eyebrows coldly.

was

so weak because she just recovered from the pain caused

controlled her urge to kick him off

at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he

and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming

sank into the soft

the next second, he saw the obtrusive crimson on

changed

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

idea if he had thrown them

saw there were two bags, she sighed with

the blood. The bed must be

closed her eyes for a

bathroom and saw that Franklin was bending to

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

it would be an

freeze-frame would definitely be the cover of

handsome to

found the sheet put aside on

said the cold voice

wash it," said Sylvia

Franklin made the bed.

the sheet

said, "I'm gonna put it

she was about to wash it

felt astonished to see that he grabbed the sheet, opened the door, and walked

was he

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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