After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 151

Everything seemed so romantic and beautiful...

The rising sun cast its sunlight into the room through the glass ceiling.

Sylvia, who was in Franklin's arms, moved and woke Franklin up.

Then, Franklin saw her struggling to get up, rubbing her aching waist.

She bent over to grab the bathrobe on the ground.

Franklin saw her naked back and smiled.

He didn't fall asleep until dawn.

He had had a sound sleep.

Sylvia heard the heavy breathing of the man and looked back vigilantly.

She looked right into Franklin's eyes.

He was naked and she could see his tall and robust body.

His muscles were perfectly sexy.

"Sweetie, you're up? Are you hungry?" Franklin looked down at her and was delighted.

Sylvia said in a hoarse voice, "Franklin, cut it off."

She felt awkward all over when she heard him call her "sweetie ".

Everything was reminding her that she had lost herself in the sex with him without being controlled by

the virus. How embarrassing!

Seeing the blush on her fair face, Franklin chuckled. There seemed to be something inexplicable in his

eyes.

Sylvia saw his smiley face and her face turned even redder.

She was annoyed and glared at him, "What are you laughing at?"

She wanted to slap him in the face to stop him from laughing.

"Honey, aren't you happy?" Franklin lifted the quilt and Sylvia saw his whole body. He locked eyes with

her and saw indifference, arrogance as well as something more in her eyes.

He got closer to her.

"Sweetie, don't try to escape from me," he said, as if warning her.

There was anger in Sylvia's eyes. "Franklin, I told you to cut it off."

If it weren't for the virus in her, she wouldn't have been here with him!

She...

She had decided to have a clean break with him and never to see him again in her life. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Seeing the estranged look in her eyes, Franklin's mood turned gloomy and the room fell into tension.

"Sylvia, I will say it again. I am serious about pursuing you." Franklin was always so overbearing and

when he spoke, he sounded as if he would accept no rejection.

"You are simply crazy..." Sylvia murmured. However, even the Ryan family was under his command,

which meant he was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

He was definitely something more than what he appeared to be. He was more than the president of the

Maskelyne Group and the SouthStar Airlines.

There must be something more about him, something she didn't know about.

Sylvia got up with her body sore all over and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up.

She was in a very bad mood.

On the other side, Franklin was also annoyed. Why couldn't she just stay by his side? He had never

tried so hard to please any woman before.

There was anger in his eyes, "Is it because I have been too good to you recently that you have lost

conception of 'crazy'? Sylvia, my patience is with limits."

His tone was appalling, and then, he grabbed Sylvia's arm. Sylvia subconsciously raised her leg, and

kicked towards his waist. "Franklin, get the hell out of my way!"

Franklin grabbed her ankle and pressed her under him.

"Sweetie, don't try to escape from me, or I will make you unable to get out of the bed forever!"

As he moved, Sylvia could see the muscles on him clearly.

But she was in no mood to appreciate it.

She resisted him.

She didn't want to give in.

However... he was much stronger than her. After all, he was a man.

"Promise me you won't try to escape," Franklin warned her in a low voice, like an angry beast.

Sylvia was like a succubus whom he had been obsessed with. Not even he himself could believe how

attached he had become to her body.

Every time he saw her, he just wanted to have sex with her so that she could only see him.

Everything returned to calmness again.

Sylvia had lost all strength and she was carried into his arms and Franklin took her to the spring.

She couldn't even talk because she was too weak and could only stay in his powerful arms.

She didn't know exactly how powerful he was. Although she had assumed no one could defeat her in

fighting, her fighting was nothing in front of Franklin.

Who was he? What was he hiding?

She was lost in thought.

While Franklin was looking at the hickeys all over her, feeling satisfied.

Every inch of her skin was perfect and any man who saw her would be obsessed with her.

He held her in his arms like a treasure and couldn't help touching and rubbing her body.

Being in the spring did make Sylvia feel much better.

Half an hour later, Franklin carried her out of the spring and went back into the room. He put a bathrobe

on her.

Then, they walked downstairs.

Jasper, who had arrived, had prepared delicate food for them.

There was steak, bread, salad and some desserts with juice.

There was also a cup of coffee.

Looking at Sylvia, who looked exhausted, Jasper swallowed and said, "Sir, there are more dishes in the

kitchen. I will bring them over."

He bought these dishes in a five-star restaurant and took them back.

"It's okay." Franklin didn't have much appetite for food that wasn't cooked by Sylvia.

He could skip the meal, but Sylvia couldn't.

Looking at the tired Sylvia in his arms, he touched her cheek. "Sweetie, have some food."

The smell of food came and Sylvia slowly opened her eyes.

She could feel Franklin's chest from behind.

She didn't move, while Franklin had chopped the steak and sent a piece to her mouth.

"Eat it. The steak smells good."

Sylvia opened her mouth and ate it. She felt much better after eating something warm.

Franklin held her waist with one hand and fed her with another.

He looked so gentle, as if the man in bed just now was not him at all.

Sylvia began to eat, while Franklin started moving his hand around her body.

Sylvia slapped him on his restless hand. "Can you just behave for a while?"

"You seem energetic. Shall we do something else?" Franklin brushed Sylvia's swollen lips with his

finger.

Without thinking, Sylvia bit his finger and could feel his flesh.

There was the smell of blood in her mouth.

Franklin stared at her.

Feeling bored, Sylvia let go. "Are you dumb? Why didn't you resist?"

"I just want you to feel happy," Franklin said in a low voice.

Staring at his bleeding finger, he ordered Sylvia, "My finger's hurt; you gotta feed me!"

Sylvia was out of words.

No one else could be blamed. She asked for it.

This man set a trap for her on purpose and she just fell for it.

To Franklin, it seemed that the food she fed him was much tastier.

Sylvia picked up the fork and started to feed him.

Her hand was fair and beautiful. "I don't want you to feed me with a fork."

He was indicating her to use her mouth.

Sylvia was pissed. "Franklin, don't push it!"

"You bit my finger," Franklin said. His lips were sexy.

He looked really elegant and noble when he ate.

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat and thought of the fact that he didn't move when she bit his finger.

There seemed to be... affection in his eyes?

She must have seen it wrong.

Sylvia grabbed the food with her fingers and sent it to his mouth.

Franklin opened his mouth and ate it while Sylvia was about to withdraw her fingers.

It was when Franklin suddenly put half of her finger into his mouth.

He sucked her finger and Sylvia could feel his tongue.

Franklin licked all the caviar on her finger.