After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 196

Franklin interrupted him again, "I know, but I will try."

Then Franklin hung up the phone.

He stood on the balcony, looking at Sylvia, who was sleeping tranquilly on the bed, through the glass door. His expression was deep and quiet.

He gazed at her in silence. After a long while, he took an imported cigar from a humidor and pressed the button of his silver lighter.

Blue flame spurted out.

At this moment, Sylvia woke up and saw his beautiful face clearly.

It was as perfect as being created by the God, pretty but masculine.

His eyes were glittering but freezing, like a devil, strong and aloof.

Franklin took a snuff. The smoke shrouded him.

Sylvia looked around and found it was the bedroom where she lived four years ago.

Was she taken here by Franklin?

She gradually got her memory back.

The formidable masked man and the jealous Franklin flashed through her mind.

She felt a bit headache.

But her body was in a good condition, but a bit sore which reminded her of what happened before.

Did she have sex with Franklin again?

It was obvious.

However, why was he so sullen?

Sylvia sat up. She wanted to say something but failed because her throat was dry and uncomfortable.

She frowned slightly and found there was a cup of water on the nightstand.

She snatched it up and swallowed the water.

The flow went through her dry throat which was suddenly moistened.

After drinking it up, Sylvia put down the cup. Meanwhile, Franklin stubbed out the cigar and opened the glass door, walking in and looking down on her.

There was a faint smell of tobacco around the man.

During their marriage, he never smoked in front of Sylvia.

It was the first time.

When she was a bit confused, the man spoke in an aloof voice, "Another cup?"

Sylvia bit her lower lip and said, "One more."

Then she saw him get another cup of water for her.

He bent, his tobacco-smell breathing reaching Sylvia's forehead and wafting down.

Sylvia's eyelashes fluttered. She took the cup and drank.

And she looked at the man from time to time.

There was light on his angular, carved face. He squinted; his eyes were as black as ink, looking especially deep.

The corner of his eyes showed a hint of alienation, making others fail to stop themselves to be appalled.

As Sylvia was drinking water, her stomach ached. A warm flow gushed.

Gosh, her period started early again.

Since she had suffered from the virus, her period was never regular.

She put down the cup and got out of the bed subconsciously.

However, Franklin put her back with his long-fingered and powerful palms on her shoulders.

His face, beautiful and cool, came close to her. His voice was in an intimidating tone, saying through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"

Sylvia was angry and impatient, feeling that the warm fluid was getting more.

It gradually dampened her pajamas and was gushing out with a sense of stickiness.

She would break down if she didn't go to the bathroom right now.

Sylvia struggled to free herself and said, "Let go! I'm going to the bathroom."

"Really?" Franklin fixed his gaze on Sylvia. Her face was a bit pale and her jaw tautened.

Franklin tipped his front teeth with his tongue, chuckling. She had fled so many times.

Sylvia clenched her teeth. It was no doubt that her pants had been wet through. She shouted, "Franklin! You bastard! Let me go!"

Her stomach felt more and more uncomfortable, so she struggled to move towards the bathroom without another explanation.

However, her struggle made the apple of his throat move up and down.

When she turned her head and stared at him, Franklin lowered his head and clamped her jade-like earlobe in his mouth precisely, his nose rubbing her ear.

"Sweetie, don't flee from me!" said his dangerous voice.

Sylvia's complexion was a bit paler.

Sweat exuded from her delicate and beautiful nose.

She seemed really unwell and said, "Franklin! Let me go, please. My period comes."

Franklin raised his eyebrows coldly. "Don't trick me."

His voice was low and sexy.

Sylvia was so weak because she just recovered from the pain caused by the virus.

She controlled her urge to kick him off and nodded, "Let go!"

Franklin squinted at her paler face and her acting impatiently, then he finally raised his hands.

Sylvia got liberated and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Franklin sank into the soft bed.