After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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At the entrance of Pearlhall Villa, Franklin waited for Sylvia all day. He asked his men to keep a close eye on all the vehicles passing by. But Sylvia didn't come back.

He had been guarding here since last night. Pearlhall Villa was empty. There weren't even any bodyguards.

Franklin got upset.

He sat in the Bentley, looking out the window at the heavy rain.

His eyes were full of disappointment. His chiseled face was sharp, "Go find where she is." "Sylvia, no matter where you are hiding, even if you are at the ends of the earth, | will find you." After informing the subordinates, Jasper asked, "Mr. Maskelyne, shall we go back now?" They'd been here for a day and a night. Franklin hadn't even had a drop of water.

Even if he was worried about Sylvia, he shouldn't torture himself like this.

Franklin frowned, his handsome face darkening, "Let's go back to Townyer Villa." Since she was not here, there was no point staying there.

The black Bentley made a U-turn.

Just then, dozens of luxury cars stopped in front of Pearlhall Villa. A tall man stepped down from the white Land Rover in the lead, holding a woman in his arms. The woman was holding his neck tightly with both hands.

Franklin took a deep breath and pursed his lips.

He stared coldly at the man and woman.

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She allowed another man to hold her like that? Damn it! In the pouring rain, Mark hugged Sylvia who had passed out on the way back, and his eyes fell on her pale cheeks in distress.

She passed out after stepping out of the Carson mansion.

Jenna had nothing to do with Sylvia; he didn't understand why Sylvia would look for Jenna in person even though she was in such poor health. She had even offended the Carson family.

He couldn't help sighing and then strode towards the hall of the villa.

Just then, a slender and tall figure stood in front of him. Franklin stared sharply at Sylvia in Mark's arms. His handsome jaw was tense. He said in a cold voice, "Only | can hold her." As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and snatched Sylvia from Mark's arms.

Mark looked at his empty arms. It took him a while to come back to his senses. "Mr. Maskelyne? Why are you here?" Sylvia was cold all over, and suddenly she felt warmth as if she was heated by a stove.

She wanted to absorb more heat. She wrapped her hands around the man's waist.

She could feel the man's broad and firm chest, as well as his strong heartbeat.

It was so reassuring... so familiar...

She soon fell into a deeper sleep.

Atrace of tenderness appeared in Franklin's eyes as he looked at her delicate face. But after a moment, he looked away.

Looking straight at Mark, he said with an extremely intimidating voice, "She has been poisoned.” Mark's heart contracted. Under Franklin's perceptive gaze, Mark failed to utter a word.

"My guess is true." Mark's reaction confirmed Franklin's guess.

He carried Sylvia to the hall.

Even though his shoulders and hair were soaked by the heavy rain, the hair of the woman in his arms was not wet at all.

He went upstairs carefully, put her on the big soft bed, and stared at her with gentle and doting eyes.

He gently held the woman's hand wearing transparent gloves.

The dark mark on her palm made him very sad.

His gaze moved up and he found the black mark had spread to the top of her arm. Her fair arm was now as black as ink.

Franklin's thin lips were tightly pursed, and pain appeared in his deep-set eyes. He couldn't imagine how much pain Sylvia was enduring.

She had endured so much by herself.

He silently rolled down her sleeves and put the gloves back on her hands again.

Franklin went into the bathroom and took a quick bath.

Then he lay down on the bed and held her in his arms.

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The smell that belonged to him was manly and charming.

Sylvia snuggled into his arms, sleeping soundly.

His arms were reassuring and very warm.

Franklin couldn't sleep. At some point, he closed his eyes.

Sylvia was awakened by the roar of the man beside her.

She opened her eyes and looked at Franklin beside her with closed eyes and a grimace at the dim yellow lamp in the room.

She couldn't help frowning.

Why was he in her bed? "No! Don't! Don't!" "Sister, sister!" He had a nightmare.

Sylvia took some tissues from the bedside and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

But before she touched him, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were cold and bloodthirsty.

His face seemed to be covered with frost. He had an expression of a demon.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "Franklin, did you have a nightmare?" Franklin's eyes were bloodshot. It took him a while to close his eyes. Soon, he opened them again, and said, "I'm sorry, did | scare you?" For some reason, he dreamed about the past.

"No. Why are you here?" Sylvia peered at him.

Franklin took a deep breath and went to take a bath.

Lying on the bed again, he gradually calmed down.

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