After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 194

The moment the man stretched his hand to her, she felt the pain ease a lot.

She was stunned and looked at the man.

The virus was strange. It loved rare blood and normal types of blood had no way to calm it down.

And Franklin had Rh-negative blood. That was one of the reasons why Sylvia chose to get married to

him.

The virus was fond of getting close to Franklin. It liked his blood.

Did the masked man have Rh-negative blood?

Sylvia bit her lip hard, trying to refuse the sense of relief caused by his touch.

She was bound to overcome it.

She couldn't give in!

Although she had divorced Franklin, she wasn't willing to have sex with others except him.

No way!

The masked man looked at her bloodthirstily and arrogantly, his lips rising slightly, and said, "How

tough you are!"

Sylvia didn't reply.

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She still stood there stiffly, like a sculpture.

A Bentley was out of the garage slowly.

"Master, it's Miss Andrews!" Jasper said quietly.

In the car, Franklin looked out of the window.

He closed his eyes, with his mind blank for a few seconds.

He clenched his fists and tried to repress his emotions.

Sylvia and a man were looking at each other in the heavy rain. The streetlight was shone on them.

Two seconds later, the man touched her face.

She stayed still.

Franklin quivered, overwhelmed by rage and pain.

'Sylvia! I asked for it! You never lack suitors. You can even flirt with a man in such a moment.'

Franklin felt so disappointed, like being drowned in an icy lake.

The rain was still heavy. Sylvia rubbed her hands, her thick and long eyelashes fluttering. On the back

of her fair hands, there were veins bulged.

The virus was quieting down. She slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Don't touch me!"

"How fierce!" said the man, with darkness and covetousness shown on his face, "One day, you will

kneel down in tears in front of me."

His possessiveness for her was undisguised.

His words were so disgusting that Sylvia almost threw up.

"Never!" said Sylvia.

"Whoa. I will see." The man saw Franklin get off from the Bentley not far away.

He squinted at Franklin maliciously.

"Can't wait to meet your beau, uh? You just leave my house." Franklin's eyes fell on Sylvia and then on

the masked man frigidly.

It was so strange that the masked man seemed familiar to him.

A tinge of surprise flashed in Franklin's mind.

"Your ex is here. He cares about you!" The man smiled, throwing a provocative glance at Franklin, and

left.

As he got away, Sylvia was in full relief.

She loosened her fists, but the suffocating pain attacked her again.

Sylvia saw Franklin come to her from the dark in the misty rain.

Franklin stared at her pale face. He raised his hands to touch his temples which were beating and

ached.

He felt mixed strong emotions.

But his beautiful face remained composed.

The rain poured down on them.

Sylvia closed her eyes slowly, her consciousness being lost.

Franklin saw her teeter and quickly held her slender body in his arms.

In the patter of rain, there came her hoarse and weak voice, "Franklin, can I trust in you?"

"Sylvia? Sylvia!"

Franklin picked her up to the villa. They were both saturated.

Jasper followed them rapidly and handed a clean towel to Franklin.

Franklin put Sylvia on the bed and wrapped her in the towel.

After a while, he felt she got warm, then he put away the towel.

Jasper walked in and said, "Master, the hot bath is ready."

"Well," said Franklin without another word. He held Sylvia who was drenched all over into the bathroom

and slammed the door.

Jasper left tactfully.

Franklin didn't figure out why his lady, who looked all right just now, got into a coma suddenly.

The rage and heartburn caused by the man touching her face vanished when Sylvia passed out.

In the bathtub, Sylvia felt hot and cold while her face turned red and white.

Did she have a fever?

It didn't feel like a fever though because her body was as cold as ice from time to time.

It occurred to Franklin that Logan told him that Sylvia needed him on the phone last time.

His heart sank.

What did Sylvia hide from him?

He asked his private doctor to check. After a long while, the doctor looked at him pensively.

"Mr. Maskelyne, the lady should be hospitalized to confirm the diagnosis of her abnormality."

"What?" There were raindrops on Franklin's handsome face which was tense, showing a sense of

sharpness and coldness.

The doctor flinched and replied, "Her disease is unusual. Medical experiments are needed to draw a

conclusion."

"Get out! You quack!" roared Franklin.

She had an excellent constitution. She couldn't get a rare disease suddenly.

What a quack!

The doctor was quite shocked, but he had to leave with his kit hurriedly.

No sooner had the doctor left than the doorbell rang.

Logan rushed in, drenched, "Where's Sylvia?"

He had found her around Townyer Villa for a long time but failed.

Now that she asked him to pick her up, she wouldn't leave alone.

He looked at the surveillance footage in the guard room and learned that Sylvia hadn't gotten out of

here.

Franklin stared at Logan and said in an indifferent tone, "She's here."

Two minutes later, Logan was led to the bedroom.

When he saw Sylvia who looked pale and drawn lying on the soft bed, his eyes were red-rimmed.

He walked to her quickly and held her hands.

Her changing temperature astonished him.

"You are close now. What's wrong with her?" asked Franklin, gritting his teeth.

It was about health of Sylvia. He had to ask with his jealousy suppressed.

His heart really ached when he saw her be touched by others.