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

a hint of alienation, making others fail to

her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

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

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

and was gushing out

to the bathroom right now. Sylvia struggled

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

tongue, chuckling. She

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

and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to

stared at him, Franklin lowered

don't flee from me!" said his dangerous

was a bit

from her delicate

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

raised his eyebrows coldly.

voice was

because she just recovered from the pain caused by

urge to kick him off and nodded, "Let

paler face and her acting impatiently, then

and quickly rushed into the

sank into the soft

saw the obtrusive crimson

He changed it

kept some sanitary napkins in it. Others were

had no idea if

there were two bags, she sighed

blood. The bed must be

her eyes for a

the bathroom and saw

was changing a sheet, it was as

a camera, it would be an advertisement shooting set

freeze-frame would definitely be the

handsome to

Sylvia was not in the mood to enjoy it. She found the sheet put aside

down," said the cold

wash it,"

Franklin made the bed.

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

reactions but said, "I'm gonna put it

was about to

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

he going

Sylvia followed him curiously.

Jesus!

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