After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

His lovely face was like the best masterpiece from God.

Standing there, he naturally became the focus and put off a powerful vibe to make others respect him.

Right then, a tall, slender man got off from another car. He wore an easygoing smile on his handsome face.

When Franklin and Brayden showed up, all people's attention was attracted.

Sylvia got down from the car, striding toward the hospital building. Standing motionlessly, Franklin gazed at her in silence.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Sylvia wondered if it was her illusion that she felt a sudden drop in the temperature. Then she lifted her eyebrows. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She bypassed him and kept on walking. "I've just woken up."

She implied that she never answered phone calls while sleeping. Brayden watched the fun in amusement, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

“What happened to Franklin? Sylvia seemed to have no interest in him atall.'

"Howdy, Brayden?" Sylvia greeted Brayden for Mrs. Wright's sake. "Miss Andrews, Franklin has been pissed since getting up in the morning. Probably something is bugging him, or he's sick. Do you have any method to make him feel better?" Brayden said cheekily.

Sylvia replied indifferently, “Violence may be helpful. You can beat him up."

Franklin stuffed a hand into the pocket of his slacks, staring at Sylvia coldly. He finally had thought it over and figured out she had set him up to marry him in the past.

Then he couldn't wait to see her again. However, she cold shouldered him.

down the ladder, huh?"

aloof when she needed him to

even mocked

should fight back, but he wished more to take

Brayden. After the two men entered, Franklin gazed at

made Franklin's face darken. He slightly repressed his irritation

voice brought goosebumps

were sliding close, Franklin seized her arm and dragged her

heated gaze fixed on her. She raised her head to glare at him awkwardly, only

beat. "Why

his eyes

her eyes to dodge

over to approach her, overwhelming her with a familiar

He whispered seductively, "Guess."

scent, Sylvia

"Why should 1?"

door slid open, she left. The old Wilson's operation was scheduled for the next morning. Sitting in the office,

with comminuted fractures, and there were other wounds all over his

ribs and collarbones were

his organs were not

the old Wilson used

wounds were not caused

was lost in thought, there was

open. A nurse poked in her head and informed Sylvia, "Excuse me, Dr. Sylvia. The head

put down the health report, heading