After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 71

Finally home!

If he saw Mr. Maskelyne have sex with Miss Andrews in the car, there was no doubt that Mr. Maskelyne would teach him a lesson.

Who had the guts to drug Mr. Maskelyne?

He had to investigate this matter thoroughly.

Miss Andrews was a doctor, so there was absolutely no problem in leaving Mr. Maskelyne to her.

So, after driving the car to the garage, Jasper immediately left.

Sylvia was speechless.

Looking at Jasper who was rapidly fleeing, she was speechless.

The two finally returned home.

As soon as she entered, she was about to change into slippers when the man picked her up by the waist and threw her on the sofa.

The strong force made Sylvia gasp.

"Damn it!"

She was so angry that she raised her hand to pinch Franklin's waist, and the man pulled her hand off forcefully.

Sylvia did not expect that the crazy man was so strong. In terms of physical strength, she was not a match for the crazy man.

Normally, if this man didn't go crazy, she could fight to a draw.

Now, she could only glare at Franklin, whose eyes were bloodshot.

The woman's delicate face was full of anger.

She was too incensed.

"Franklin! Calm down!" Her voice was shaking with anger. Her eyes were filled with killing intent. At this moment, she had the same thought as Jasper. Who the hell drugged this man and made him this way?

Sylvia sneered. The one who dared to drug him was dead meat for sure!

At this time, the two waiters who had escaped from the hotel shivered for no reason.

In the room.

Sylvia stretched out her arm, grabbed the teapot on the coffee table, and poured it on Franklin's head mercilessly.

Cold water droplets dripped down the man's hair. His hair immediately became messy, and that still did not damage his handsomeness.

His consciousness suddenly became a little clearer.

Drops of water fell on his face and cooled down his burning face a little lit. He narrowed his misty eyes and slowly looked up. He saw Sylvia staring at him deeply.

He was stunned and his voice was hoarse and sexy. "Sweetie..."

"Go to the bathroom!" Sylvia ordered him coldly.

Then, she pushed both of her hands toward the man's chest.

She supported him. The man was unsteady on his foot, and most of his weight was pressing down on her. Sylvia struggled to help the man to the bathroom.

She did not hesitate to press him into the bathtub, and the splashing sound of water sounded.

She looked coldly at the tall man sitting in the bathtub. She did not turn off the tap until the cold water covered his waist.

After a long time, with a fatal attraction, Franklin stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes by the bathtub. His eyes tinged with helplessness and sadness.

Sylvia was bewitching him in his view.

Sylvia frowned and looked at Franklin. She actually saw a trace of helplessness in this man who had always been strong and cold.

She must be mistaken!

This man was not afraid of death; how could he be helpless?

"Stay here for a while. I will change the water for you." Sylvia looked at Franklin in the bathtub and reached out to turn on the tap.

However, she was suddenly grabbed by the man. "Sweetie, I..."

His eyes were filled with a beast-like light, which made her feel terrified.

"I don't want a bath. I want you! You are my wife. Why should I only take a bath?"

After saying that, Franklin directly tore the woman's clothes apart and used all the strength he had to suppress Sylvia, venting the desire in his body!

At dawn.

'My head hurts!'

The man on the big bed with his eyes closed lifted his eyelids slightly, and his scalp was aching.

He looked at the woman in his arms who was breathing evenly.

He was stunned.

What came into view was a beautiful and delicate face.

Who else could she be but Sylvia?

He stared blankly at Sylvia on the bed and his face paled.

Memories flooded in like the tide.

Last night at the banquet, he drank a glass of whiskey before chasing out, and then... It was that glass of whiskey!

If he didn't drink it, he wouldn't have been in such a situation and wouldn't have hurt Sylvia.

He looked out the window at the sky. It was about four or five in the morning.

He couldn't help but pick up Sylvia and go to the bathroom to put the woman in the warm bathtub.

His big palm gently massaged the woman's waist. Sylvia, who usually slept lightly, did not wake up immediately.

She was still sleeping deeply in the man's arms.

Thinking about it, the man looked at her with a hint of inexplicable affection.

He then carried Sylvia to the bed and stretched out his arms to hug her.

He closed his eyes again.

He soon fell into a deep sleep again.

...

When Franklin woke up again, he realized...

He was tied up on the bed.

She was holding a soft whip in her fair palm.

She wanted to fight with this man.

However, the man let her go.

Her eyes glanced over, and the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.

She nimbly climbed onto the windowsill. Her fingers that were holding onto the guardrail exerted force, and her light body leaped onto the lawn. She threw herself outside.

She endured the discomfort in her body and quickly ran to the gate. Her cold eyes glanced at the surroundings, and she immediately climbed onto the wall and jumped out.

After leaving the villa, she looked up at the sunset on the horizon. The intoxicating glow emitted a red-hot color.

Hopefully, Franklin would not meet her again.

The heavy earth was filled with unfathomable mystery.

And in the room at this time.

Franklin wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom!

His deep eyes stared coldly at the empty spot on the bed.

The lovely person who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed had disappeared without a trace.

He frowned in displeasure and looked across the entire room.

"Sylvia."

The man's deep voice sounded in the quiet room.

But there was no response. Where did she run off to?

Franklin was wrapped in a bath towel around his waist. He directly opened the door and walked out.

The whole house was empty and there was no one.

His eyes turned colder and his handsome face turned grim.

When he was about to call Sylvia, Jasper called him. He pressed the answer button. "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Maskelyne, we investigated the matter last night." Jasper's voice came.

"And?"

The man ordered with a dark face.

Two minutes later, his cold and angry voice made Jasper break out in a cold sweat. "Tell these two jackasses that I will chop their hands off!"

"Yes, Mr. Maskelyne!" Feeling the strong killing intent in Franklin's words, Jasper was so scared that he immediately hung up the phone. It seemed that Mr. Maskelyne was very angry about the drug last night.

Franklin slammed the phone on the ground with a sullen face.

He stared at the room that was in a mess and sexy atmosphere, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Sylvia, you ran away again after sleeping with me!"

After hanging up the phone, Jasper immediately brought a few subordinates to send the waiters of the two hotels to Townyer Villa.

When he came in front of Franklin and panted, he was taken aback!

He saw that Franklin's broad chest was covered with shocking red marks, looking like he was whipped.

Jasper could not help but swallow his saliva.