After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 331

Ignoring him, Sylvia swung to squeeze into the crowd in her Doc Martens, heading for the ladies' room.

On the way, she was dazzled by the sparkling neon lights.

Many people came to the nightclub, dancing to relax.

Meanwhile, all their desires were amplified and released...

Rubbing her forehead, Sylvia entered the restroom.

There was a burning sensation in her belly.

Why was the liquor so strong?

She turned on the tap, fetched some cool water, and splashed it onto her face. Then she looked at her charming face in the mirror for a while.

Since childhood, she had known she was a pretty girl, but so what?

She'd rather lead a worry-free life than be burdened with so many things.

While her mind was wandering, the lights in the restroom were out.

Seemingly the noises outside also vanished.

Sylvia wondered what had happened, frowning.

She didn't expect the power to be off in a nightclub.

When she was about to leave, she sensed a trace of a familiar scent.

"Who's there?" Sylvia attacked the person alertly, the wind whistling when she threw punches.

The next second, big hands seized her fists forcibly.

After fighting for a while, Sylvia felt something wrap around her waist. Then a pair of heated palms clung to it.

She was an excellent fighter but unable to win against this man.

He pressed a kiss on her lips passionately.

In the dark, he stopped suddenly and released her.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked ironically.

Of course, she had figured out who the man was.

His tall body with hard muscles made him look like he had unusual strength.

Sarcasm filled her eyes. Sylvia looked at him, only to find lust in his intense eyes.

Her heart tightened.

The next second, she pretended to be a slut and flirted with him, "Mister, did you bring the condom? Or, I won't..."

Before she finished her words, she could tell his passionate gaze turned cold.

He gazed at her without blinking, sending chills down her spine.

"Bang!"

He smashed the sink with his fists, and the broken pieces scattered.

The sink was made of colorful glasses, which had cracked and fallen to the ground immediately.

Sylvia kept calm.

Pretending to be a whore, she approached him and continued, "Mister, calm down. Why are you mad?"

The man reached out to press her into his arms. She stiffened, almost falling to the broken glasses on the ground.

In the dark, the man gave off a steely, suffocating vibe.

"Stop angering me purposely," he said through gritted teeth.

Sylvia raised her head, her gaze falling on his charming lips. Her heart skipped a beat.

Shortly after, she returned to her senses and deliberately teased him, "Mister, I like your muscles. Mind having fun here?"

Her eyes were cold, but her tone was flirtatious.

Sylvia did it purposely.

Franklin kept pestering her, so she'd rather ruin their relationship.

Sylvia couldn't understand what was in Franklin's mind and what he aimed to do.

When her hands went down from his belly, Franklin pressed her hand to stop her, almost crushing her bones.

Gritting her teeth in pain, Sylvia inwardly cursed him, 'Damn bastard!'