After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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Sylvia stood with her hands in her pockets, looking at Franklin. "Was it intentional?" she asked.

These two sets of clothes were sent over by Franklin's people, with the exact same brand and extremely similar styles, apart from the colors. So was this secretly showing off matching outfits for couples?

“It's not strange I wear the same outfit as my wife's.” Franklin took out a limited-edition blue scarf, walked in front of her and wrapped it around her neck.

Sylvia was speechless.

Franklin's actions were very gentle, but his tone was extremely domineering.

“If you want to wear a scarf, there are plenty in the closet, feel free to choose." After he helped her tie the scarf, he let go and admired it around her neck.

The blue highlighted the delicate features of her beautiful and eye- catching face.

She was wearing a pair of white boots on her feet.

She appeared so elegant that she seemed like a noble lady who had stepped out of a European painting.

Sylvia couldn't be bothered with this man's bad taste.

really like her to dress

more comfortable wearing a pair of sneakers and a pair of sports pants, preferably with fleece lining to resist

this thought in mind, they went straight to the

car door and Sylvia got in, with

the road had been cleared to both sides, and many sanitation workers were carrying cleaning tools to clean the roadside. Sylvia glanced at one of the workers with frozen red hands

pair of gloves, and a lunch voucher to all

meeting when he heard his phone ring. He couldn't help

his phone, he looked up to see the shocked expressions of

boss is truly kind-hearted and beautiful; it's impossible not

Gracia, what does your boss look like?" asked a curious

fairy." Weston smiled more brightly and nudged his subordinate, "Back to business. Which route shall we choose to

drove on the Urgford highway

with a hint of boredom. Franklin reached out and played with her hand. "We're almost there," he

lips curved into a smile, and his usually stern face softened when Sylvia was

lingered on her red lips, straight nose, and watery eyes. She was

gaze occasionally landed on Sylvia as they

waited in the courtyard to open Franklin's door. He got out of one side of the car and picked up Sylvia from the other side. Sylvia struggled for a moment but couldn't break free from his embrace.