After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 144

He silently kept his attention on her, this breathtakingly beautiful lady.

Even though she was only wearing the simplest T-shirt, she was able to take his breath away.

Sylvia was looking at Franklin as well.

His eyes were fixed on her while her ankle was in his large hands.

It was just like a movie.

All the people and all the things around them were just passing illusions.

It seemed that only the two of them were left in the world.

As their eyes met in the air, the man wanted to conquer, but the woman wanted to resist.

They could only see each other, anything else beside them was invisible to them.

That was what Tiffany saw when she came here.

She stared at Sylvia with deep resentment. 'That bitch stayed at the Townyer Villa last night. But what about me? I made breakfast and coffee early in the morning, but what I got from Franklin was only humiliation. And now Franklin is even holding that bitch's ankle.'

The chemistry between them almost drove Tiffany mad.

Why?

Why Sylvia could have the opportunity to sleep with Franklin, but she had to endure so much inhumane suffering?

Tiffany was on the edge of madness. She came to flatter Franklin despite her physical pain, but what she got in return?

The morning breeze gently blew up Sylvia's long hair, making her look like one of those figures in classic paintings.

"Franklin, let me go."

She stared at him, saying calmly.

The corner of his lips curved up a bit, "Fly with me."

Somehow Sylvia felt an impulsion to smash his smiley face.

"Don't be such a child." There was impatience in her voice.

"I'm going to Serbia today. It's a beautiful country." His smile was even cockier. Sylvia's impotence to resist him greatly satisfied him.

Sylvia really had enough. He was the one who tried to meddle in her life, but now he acted like he didn't care a bit.

It was so confusing.

Franklin watched her and said softly, "Don't be mad. You will get wrinkles."

"I'm only twenty-two. I can get as many wrinkles as I want."

Sylvia clenched her teeth.

But franklin laughed as if it was some funny joke. Even his eyes were full of smiles, "Wrinkles will decrease your beauty. You won't look good in your wedding dress."

"Who says I'm going to wear a wedding dress?" Sylvia answered in a satirical tone, but deep down in her heart, she was bewildered.

"Come, I will send you to the studio." He pulled Sylvia into his arms and swept her up into a full bridal carry, then walked to the garage.

Sylvia stared at him and seethed silently.

When she saw Franklin holding Sylvia towards his car, Tiffany, who had been ignored by them the whole time, went after him and patted the car window, "Where are you going, Franklin?"

Franklin lowered the window, his facing looking as cold as wintry ice, "Stay away from me, Tiffany. I don't want to catch any disease from you. If you show up before my eyes again, you will regret it."

"No…Franklin…" Tiffany was too shocked to move.

Her eyes enlarged due to the shock. What did she hear?

Disease…

She felt like someone had poured a barrel of cold icy water from above. Did Franklin know what happened last night?

No.

The real him was bossy, arrogant, presumptuous, and even violent.

She didn't get it.

Why he was pushing her so hard after their divorce? She could barely breathe.

"I just want to return to the old times, love. Is that possible?"

The car was driving steadily on the road. There was sunlight coming through the window. They were spilled gradually on Franklin's handsome face.

"Of course not." Sylvia blurted out.

This was getting increasingly ridiculous.

He wanted them to go back to the old times.

It was he who brought up divorce first.

There was sarcasm in her eyes.

Franklin watched every bit of change on her face. He let out a faint smile. Every expression, every action, and every word from her touched his heart.

Maybe the reason why he was so curious about her was that she was so mysterious.

Franklin comforted himself.

He believed one day he would uncover all her secrets, just like peeling an onion.

"You don't have to answer so soon, love." His sharp eyes streaked her face while he was unpleasantly pressing his lips.

"Listen, Franklin, we are not gonna be together."

The moment she finished her sentence, her hand was caught by Franklin's large hand. He was swift and hard.

Sylvia intended to shake him off, only to find his gripping tighter.

His dark eyes glanced at her fair face. Eventually, he cracked out a devilish smile, "Then just treat me like a crazy man."