After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Looking at the simple dinner in front of him, Franklin didn't show any dislike.

"You have dinner with me." Sylvia sat in front of him and sighed. ‘Fortunately, he didn't ask me to feed him,’ thought she.

"Franklin, you're not a kid. You cannot have dinner without me?" The man, who was extremely hungry but didn't have a good appetite, nodded his head, "Yes." As long as she was there, he felt he had a good appetite.

He suddenly had the desire to eat something.

The man slowly picked up the knife and fork and began to eat bread gracefully.

It was simple food, but it felt like he was having a feast decently.

He ate very slowly. He felt a little uncomfortable, for he was not used to having so much all of a sudden.

He felt his stomach ache.

But he ignored the pain directly.

Half an hour later, Sylvia finished dinner with him. She stood up, "I'm leaving. You can go home now." Franklin looked at the bed in the emergency room and suddenly said, "I want to sleep.” Sylvia was confused. "Sleep here?" She pointed at the narrow bed, "Are you sure?" The man nodded. Then he suddenly stood up from the chair, walked over with his long legs, and lay down on the bed. "Sleep with me for two hours." Sylvia looked at the man lying on the narrow bed with his long legs hanging down. She was stunned.

Was he crazy? Sleep on the bed in the emergency room? There was nothing on the bed, not even a thin blanket.

Wasn't this man afraid of catching a cold? Sylvia thought Franklin was seriously ill.

She quietly walked to the door and gestured at Jasper.

Jasper hurried over. Sylvia opened the door slightly, indicating Jasper to look inside.

Jasper saw Franklin sleeping on the bed which was mismatched for Franklin.

"You ask the nurse for a clean quilt," Sylvia whispered.

Jasper nodded immediately.

After a while, he brought a new quilt.

Sylvia took it over, turned around, and walked to the bed. She gently tucked Franklin in.

It seemed that the man had fallen asleep.

When she was about to turn around and go home, she was pulled into the man's arms and forced to lie on his chest.

Feeling his sturdy chest and thick chest muscles, Sylvia was wordless.

'So now he has the strength to harry me after having dinner? He can sleep himself. Why did he have to drag me to the bed?" thought she.

"Franklin, if you want to sleep, just go home and sleep. This is the emergency room, not the place where you can mess around." He held her in his arms and murmured, "Now | feel very relieved." Franklin didn't say anything more, and his breathing gradually became even.

He fell asleep, but his powerful arms tightly held Sylvia and Sylvia lay on his body in a strange posture.

She looked at the ceiling with resignation.

She wanted to slap him in his face hard.

But she couldn't.

She had a vague feeling that Franklin was a fighter as good as her. Or more precisely, this man was abnormally stronger than her.

He was always the first in physical training, and it was said that he had practiced martial arts since he was a child. As for his strength, Jasper didn't know.

The man lying under her was so handsome that the entire simple emergency room seemed to be brightened.

Her features were strongly marked. His thin lips and even his hair were extremely perfect.

She was now lying on the man's chest. As long as she lowered her head, her mouth could just touch the man's sexy Adam's apple.

It was as if she was kissing him on purpose.

Thus, she could only tilt her head or raise her head awkwardly.

It was too difficult for her.

The most painful thing was that as long as she was close to this man and smelled his familiar scent, she felt her blood seemed to surge to her head.

The virus in her blood and body was bewitching and manipulating her.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Now, she didn't want to be so intimate with this man at all.

It would kill her, wouldn't it? Though she wanted to resist his charms, her body desired him.

Why did such a painful and awkward thing happen to her? She didn't know how long she had been lying on this man, and her neck was so sore that it was almost broken.

Finally, when she drifted to sleep, there was a knock on the door.

The sound of knocking on the door was very clear and harsh at midnight.

Sylvia froze for a moment and said, "Come in." As soon as Jasper came in, he saw their intimacy. Sylvia was lying on Franklin's chest, but her legs were on the ground so her whole body was not on Franklin.

To be honest, only Sylvia, who had good physical strength, could stand such a weird posture. If it were someone else, such a posture couldn't last a few minutes.

Sylvia knew it was Jasper. No one dared to knock at the door beside Jasper.

"Mr. Howlett, hurry up. Come here and pry open this psycho's hand for me." Sylvia shouted anxiously.

She was stiff and uncomfortable, but she couldn't get rid of him.

Jasper had been waiting outside for almost two hours, but they hadn't come out yet. So he knocked on the door to see what was going on.

He swallowed and walked up to Sylvia. "Miss Andrews, I'm sorry." Sylvia looked at him with joy and expectation. "Hurry up.” Jasper lifted her legs and threw them onto the bed. Now, her body was totally against Franklin's.

Sylvia was speechless.

She didn't wish to be intimate with Franklin at all, but now she was! "Jasper, what's wrong with you?" With a cold face, Sylvia squinted at him unhappily.

At that moment, Jasper felt he was facing a person as terrifying as Franklin.

His heart contracted. He bit the bullet to say, "Miss Andrews, I'm Mr. Maskelyne's assistant. He likes you to be closer to him.

Well, don't worry. Mr. Maskelyne has donated fifty ambulances and reserved this emergency room for himself. No other patients will disturb you tonight." After saying that, Jasper ran away in a hurry.

Sylvia glared at him.

Whatever means she used to stay away from Franklin just didn't work when Franklin acted crazy.

The man under her seemed to be sleeping soundly. Though Jasper ran in and talked just now, he was not awoken.

He was still sleeping soundly.

Why did he sleep so well? "You must be kidding me. You lied to me that you hadn't slept for two days and two nights, right?" Sylvia glared at Franklin.

When she saw the dark circles under his eyes, she thought it might be true... Probably, he didn't have a good rest.

"Franklin, let go of me? Wake up! Hurry up!" "Franklin, this is the emergency room, not your home." The man slowly opened his eyes. Because he hadn't rested for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot.

When he saw Sylvia in his arms clearly, although his face was expressionless, his eyes showed some tenderness.

Sylvia remembered that before they got divorced, Franklin would be very happy as long as she acted cute.

She disdained to act cute and never talked to Franklin in a soft tone after they divorced.

Even so, under this special circumstances, she didn't mind using this trick to get rid of him.

So, she said to Franklin in the same sweet tone as before, "My neck is almost broken. Let's go home?" The terrifying look in Franklin's eyes disappeared in an instant.

He doubted if he heard wrong.

It had been so long since she talked to him so sweetly.

As long as she acted like that, he would like to give whatever she wanted, let alone meet such a simple request.

"Okay," replied Franklin subconsciously.

Sylvia's face lit up with joy. "Great! Let go of me!" Her arms were almost broken by this man, and her neck, too, because of the awkward posture.

If she maintained this posture like this, she would really die and might be the first doctor to die from a weird sleeping posture.

The man looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his fingers to gently raise her beautiful chin. His voice echoed in Sylvia's ear, "I can let you go. Let's go home and sleep together?" "What?" Sylvia was stunned.

Since the divorce, she had said irritating things to Franklin many times.

This time, it was Franklin who irritated her. She stared at Franklin in confusion.

Franklin looked at her gloomily. "Let's go back to Townyer Villa." When the car drove back to Townyer Villa, Sylvia put on a cold face.

Jasper said nothing all the way. 'In terms of the strong aura, only Mr. Maskelyne can be mentioned in the same breath as Miss Andrews," thought Jasper.

When they lay on the bed together, Sylvia was still angry with Franklin.

Damn Franklin! Damn the emergency room! Damn the ambulance! Why was she controlled by him in the end? She glared at the culprit beside her, only to find that he was sleeping soundly.

How could he sleep so soundly!