After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 137

After they got divorced, Sylvia felt he behaved like a creepy psycho.

Her understanding of him made her quit the idea of refusing his gifts.

If he did, she believed he would do something out of line and even stop her from leaving.

She had a task assigned by Mr. Wright. Since she undertook it, she would try her best to finish it. And now she needed to go to the studio hall.

With this in mind, she said to the driver, "Take them back to the villa and ask the maid to put them in the cloakroom."

A smile touched Franklin's lips.

He said, "Since you accept my gifts, you are my woman now."

"You're wrong. I just keep them for now. When you have a new wife, I will give her all these things." With that, she walked to her car.

"I'll give you a lift.' He clasped her wrist and shoved her into the Bentley.

Jasper was surprised to see it.

Franklin stared at her with his sharp eyes and asked in a charming voice to break the silence, "What are you thinking?"

She lowered her head, her long wavy hair concealing her side face and emotions on her face.

"Nothing." Her red lips moved slightly.

Her voice was small and yet enchanting.

His heart skipped a beat.

He knew she was stunning.

After their divorce, she was even breathtakingly beautiful, exuding charisma

Before she figured out what happened, she was pressed against his strong chest.

She could sense his desire for her.

He hugged her so tightly that she couldn't break free.

Then her mind went blank as he kissed her suddenly.

His manly breath filled her nostrils.

Sylvia felt as if she was on cloud nine.

His eyes filled with lust for her, and he gazed at her.

He had long known how bewitching Sylvia was.

Just a simple kiss made him lose his composure.

"Franklin, stop now. Don't think..."

'Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you save me!'

Sylvia, however, withheld these words.

She tried to struggle but he hugged her more tightly.

Realizing what Franklin was going to do, she wriggled uneasily.

"Don't move!"

The car pulled over at an unnoticeable roadside.

Jasper got out of the car knowingly, squatted at the roadside, and smoked.

Her familiar, captivating breaths reassured him.

Sylvia, by contrast, was irked by him. Though the passers-by couldn't see them clearly from outside, she felt ill at ease.

"Franklin, can you control yourself? I got to go to the studio hall." Sylvia wanted to give him a slap.

"Let me take a nap." His mellifluous voice came to her ears and a blush burned her face.

The car was spacious, but she felt as if she was confined in a cell.

She could hardly get rid of him.

Soon, she recovered her composure.