After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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. | just keep them for now. When you have a new wife, | 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? | 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.

As his scent filled her nose, she tilted her head, only to see Franklin sleeping with her in his arms.

‘Damn it! Am | like a pillow? Why does he fall asleep every time he hugs me? Jasper squatted at the roadside to smoke a cigarette. Strangely, there were no signs of any sexual intercourse.

Jasper scratched his head confusedly. ‘Just now, Mr. Maskelyne seemed eager to have sex with Miss Andrews, but why didn't he do it?" He got in the car, only to find Franklin was asleep.

Jasper started the car and said to Sylvia in a low voice, "Mr. Maskelyne was flying the plane the whole day and night and didn't sleep.” So, Franklin was exhausted.

Sylvia signed, "What's wrong with him? Can't he sleep without me?" "No, he can't. He can drift into sleep easily with you by his side, but he will suffer insomnia without you," Jasper added.

"Nonsense." Half an hour later, the car pulled up to the studio hall entrance.

She pinched Franklin's waist. "Get up. I'm getting out of the car.” Noticing that he showed no signs of waking up, she bit him hard on the neck.

He felt the pain and had to open his eyes.

"I'm hurt." He sullenly shot her a glance with his slightly blood-shot eyes.

"So let me go." Sylvia stopped biting him and felt satisfied with the mark on his neck, just like a naughty child.

Franklin sighed and touched the mark on his neck.

He looked at himself through the rear-view mirror, only to see a teeth mark, oozing blood, near the left collarbone.

"Why did you bite me?" he still looked tired and asked in a tone tinged with anger.

Though his handsome face was written with displeasure, Sylvia shot a glance and indifferently replied, "You've bitten me before." Then, she opened the car door. "Bye, Mr. Maskelyne." Her provocative tone enraged him.

Then Jasper quickly changed the subject to divert Franklin's attention. "Mr. Maskelyne, we have our men spy on Tiffany these days." "Keep an eye on her. Take action when necessary," Franklin said coldly, staring after Sylvia.

Even her back was captivating.

In Maskelyne Group, Franklin jubilantly walked into the company without covering the mark on his neck.

It made employees gossip about it.

They were surprised that Mrs. Maskelyne had the guts to bite Mr. Maskelyne.

They guessed Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne must have had passionate sex last night and they would soon have a baby.

Franklin showed it off in a good mood.

Jasper who knew the whole thing was speechless.

Tiffany and Darcie met in a cafe.

"Darcie, I've told you. No need to buy me bags." Tiffany looked at the two bags of new style with greed in her eyes.

She hadn't bought new bags for a long time.

She didn't expect Darcie, her high-school classmate, to be so generous to her.

Darcie smiled. "You are my good friend. A reminder, Sylvia has Logan's support. Longevity Pharmaceuticals managed by Logan has been thriving in recent years. So, you should be much more careful.” "That bitch. How do you know about her?" Tiffany said exasperatedly.

"She has been the trending topic in recent days." Darcie stared at Tiffany. "I feel sorry for you. Sylvia is so mean to you, but Captain Franklin just turned a blind eye to it and didn't help you." "Frank is cheated by that cunning slut. In LX Shoppe, she purposely showed weakness in front of Frank." Hearing Tiffany address Franklin so intimately, Darcie paused for a moment and cursed Tiffany inside, ‘Bitch, you don't deserve to call him Frank!"