After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 142

Sylvia gathered her strength and pushed Franklin as hard as she could, and just like that, with a splash, Franklin stumbled and fell to the tub.

He was appreciating her stunning appearance. Her change of mood was total oblivion to him.

Franklin, sitting in the tub, simply dragged Sylvia to the tub as well.

He held her waist with both of his large hands and fixed her in his hug.

There was some water in her collarbone area, her fair legs were slightly bent. She seemed to like those delicate porcelain vases, making people unable to shift their attention. She bewitched him…

Franklin gently kissed Sylvia's face with his thin lips, "You pushed me, sweetie."

There was a very subtle trace of a sigh in his voice.

Sylvia almost doubted whether she heard it right.

Why did he sigh?

"Franklin, you seem quite enjoy wooing me after a divorce?" she said ironically.

Then the soft sigh Franklin let out faded.

His warm lips came closer, "If I want to remarry, will you say yes?"

Sylvia answered without hesitation, "No."

But Franklin was not at all irritated by her answer.

He raised his hand, tenderly touched her collarbone, and smiled in a lowered voice, "One day you will."

His deep voice sounded sexy but it was full of confidence.

He buried his head in her neck.

"You are so beautiful…" He was rather generous in praising her.

What she feared the most eventually happened.

She was turned on as the virus took control of her, and she just wanted to be closer to him.

Franklin lowered his head and kissed her lips, wildly.

He released her after a long while.

Watching her reddened face, he cracked a smile, "Why are you blushing? We've been married for four years."

His long fingers held her head up so that she could look directly into his eyes. The steam made her face look more shining…

Sylvia could do nothing about it.

The virus took to Franklin the most, but honestly, she didn't know why.

When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her head heavier than ever.

Her eyes were kept closed the whole time.

"I find you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce…" he sounded like he had abiding lust for her.

Franklin had a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head on the outside.

Her long and thick lashes were flickering. She was so lovely.

Franklin gently caressed her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed sinking down.

She really didn't want to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be sleeping.

"Why are you silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise them higher.

Her attitude made him feel like he was doing this all alone. She felt helpless.

He was so bossy and didn't even allow her to keep silent.

The warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous face.

Sylvia's long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was soothed.

"Franklin, I'm tired."

The virus controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired. When could she get rid of it?

"Alright, good night." He laid down by her side and locked her in his arms.

The night grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to sleep?

In a dim room.

Tiffany slowly recovered consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around.

It was so dark…

She groped for the door and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked.

Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are you locking me?"

She knocked hard on the door, but no one answered her.

After she went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then she passed out.

When she woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was she kidnapped?

Out of fear, she huddled on the floor.