After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 193

"Mrs. Maskelyne is so great."

"Good job."

Franklin didn't respond to Sylvia on Twitter. He put the knife and fork down and looked at her with his dark eyes, saying, "Are you angry?"

"Franklin, don't be so childish, Okay?" Sylvia also put down her knife and fork, "Why is your unapproachable-president image totally shattered? You are aloof, dignified, and dismissive of descending to being ordinary, aren't you?"

"For you, I am content to be ordinary." Franklin picked a piece of fish into Sylvia's bowl, "Sylvia, you can't get rid of me."

The man was so pushy. She felt a bit stifled.

She said nothing but began to eat.

"If you don't like my high profile, I will change." Franklin felt a bit nervous due to Sylvia's silence so he hurriedly added.

Some netizens commented on the forum that girls liked to be shown off by their boyfriends on social media as a way to make their relationships known to all.

Surely, he was fooled by the comment again.

Damn it!

Sylvia had trouble adjusting to his sudden nervous tone because he was always superior, aggressive, and temperamental.

But he was such a pushover now, saying that he would change on his initiative.

It was a bit freaking her out.

But she didn't react much. After all, others didn't see her face. Otherwise, it would be a disaster.

They had gotten divorced but still messed around with each other. Moreover, she was posted as Mrs. Maskelyne by him on Twitter every day.

If someone dug out stuff on them and nailed Franklin's lies, it would be indecent for them.

She sighed. "Franklin, we can't get back. So don't do this again. It's so naive."

"Not even friends?" Franklin asked, looking depressed with his dashing eyebrows knitted.

He started to be irrepressibly fretted.

He clenched his fists and fought the impulse to sweep everything off the table.

"Then just friends," Sylvia looked at him and said.

She pulled out some napkins to wipe her lips, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, a violent feeling attacked her.

The virus! It came back after dying down for a long time.

Sylvia only felt all hot and shivery, and her face changed between red and white.

She forced herself to walk forward.

But this time, the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging into every inch of her body and every cell in his blood.

She took a deep breath and moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain blinding her.

Each move she made was like treading on a knife.

At this moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into a human being.

When she stepped out of the villa, she had been drenched with sweat.

Her wet hair was on her cheek.

She gawked at the sullen sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there came his voice on the phone, "Hi, boss."

"Come and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she almost lost consciousness.

Especially, her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of what she needed most.

But she didn't want to get a slap in the face.

She just said that she would no longer mess with him. And now, did she have to violate it due to the virus?

No! Her dignity didn't allow her to do this.

Even she would be tortured to die by the virus.

And she was determined to fight it to the bitter end.

Logan perceived something wrong that happened to her and asked, "What's wrong? Where are you?"

She bit her lower lip tightly, her face burning brightly.

She held her phone in her hands tremblingly and said, "Town...Townyer Villa."

Thunder was growling and lightning made a zigzag in the dark sky.

The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly.

She was extremely beautiful; and now she was like a nymph, illuminatingly beautiful.

It was about to rain.

Subconsciously, Sylvia tried walking forward.

Nearby, there were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The environment was nice.

She wanted to take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to endure the pain.