After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 798

The car finally drove into a forested area.

The scenery is beautiful, and you can see the city and river in the distance.

Even the bridges over the rivers and the boats on the river can be seen clearly.

Franklin parked the car at the entrance of the forest and then took two hunting rifles off the car.

Sylvia frowned, "Are we going hunting?"

The man kissed her forehead and said, "You're so smart. This is a natural hunting ground where we can hunt and I guarantee you'll have a great time." He knows that Sylvia is a good shooter.

"Are we inside this forest?" Sylvia followed behind him, the mountain road was not easy to walk on, and the forest was very damp with some lingering dew.

Fortunately, she wore sneakers today, which made walking a little easier. If she had worn leather shoes... or high heels, she would have suffered.

Franklin held her hand tightly and they walked forward together.

His fingers occasionally caressed her hand, neither too light nor too heavy, creating a delightful sensation as he touched her.

"After walking for so long, how come we haven't seen any prey?" Sylvia squinted her eyes. The air in this forest was fresh and could be considered a natural oxygen bar.

Tall trees towered all around them, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling their bodies with a hazy glow.

As the sun rises, the moisture in the forest becomes hot and humid.

Waves of heat rise up from the ground, making it a bit uncomfortable.

Sylvia was wearing a pair of cargo pants with the cuffs tied, and a military green shirt on her upper body. Her thick hair was tied up high in a ponytail, and she was carrying a hunting rifle in her hands. It looks very handsome and imposing.

Sylvia, dressed neatly, exudes a resolute beauty from head to toe.

Franklin slung the hunting rifle over his shoulder and pressed her against the tree trunk behind him, holding her close in his arms as he lowered his head to kiss her.

Sylvia was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening. The man didn't let go of her for a while before finally saying, "Honey, you look good in anything you wear."

Franklin murmured softly, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "You're even prettier than wearing a skirt, I really want to..."

and gave him a twist around the waist. This man always had those lecherous thoughts on his mind at

wearing a pair of military boots, with camo pants hugging his long

her hand and they continued walking forward, but after a while

crazy? I have to go hunting and you make me walk this far? Don't ask me to do something so exhausting next time." Sylvia was

excellent physique and could walk for

Sylvia.

at his broad back and felt

training on the mountain. It was freezing cold

she used to feel around him - like he was her father or

finishing teaching everything he knew to Sylvia, her master left without any trace or explanation as

urged after waiting for some time without

hesitated briefly before climbing onto his back as they continued walking forward together at great speed with Franklin's long legs carrying them both

sat a man around forty years old sipping slowly on red wine while staring blankly ahead with eyes

placing documents onto his desk before backing away cautiously out of sight

wine until reaching one page that made him narrow his eyes slightly with rage; tossing aside his glass

spilled

and shredded the documents in his hand

another man for four years. It seems like I gave

trees grew together, covering the sky and shaking their leaves with green light. It was like a green sea of emerald color that dazzled one's eyes and made

fresh and tender greenery spread out around them as if they were going to dissolve entirely within it. The sunlight fell on Sylvia's ponytail, giving

from his backpack to replenish their energy. Sylvia ate some beef jerky and dried fish while taking a

before getting off the car so no snakes or bugs dared to come near them. Sylvia felt

standing on a

they had

was really far

more prey here; let's wait

when suddenly Franklin

I'm not going to have sex with

front of her

happily knowing how

that wild chicken which wasn't completely dead yet - blood flowing from where he shot - making him look handsome beyond measure:

was faint smell of blood in the air as

awhile Franklin hit another rabbit followed by more preys appearing before their eyes gradually

stupid. The reason they had come all this way was obvious -