After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 109

She was burning up; it seemed that every cell in her body was scorched to ashes.

She, with a deathly pale face, tried to catch her phone on the bedside table.

Suppressing the sharp pain in the joints, she reached out for the phone. Bang!

She fell to the floor.

It hurt!

Each inch was in great pain.

Although she was tenacious and forbearing, the excruciating pain made her so sweaty and weak. She

struggled to crawl over and get her phone to call Logan.

But!

She was too exhausted to move.

She just lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, Logan burst in here. But at that moment, Sylvia had lost consciousness.

"Boss! Boss!"

Logan was frightened and he had no idea what he could do next.

He carried her to the bed immediately. "How are you? Boss. Damn it! Does the virus relapse?"

He remembered such a bad situation had appeared many times 4 years ago.

The virus hadn't died down until she got married.

Sylvia barely opened her tired eyes and weakly said, "I... I... "

Just then, the intense pain made her faint out.

"Damn it!"

She said that the virus wouldn't relapse anymore, didn't she?

Why she suffered a relapse again?

...

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and the chills she felt over her body were gone.

Had the virus been under control?

She propped herself up and sat up. She felt so relaxed now, though just now she felt like a heavy

burden weighed on her weak body.

Also her head became much clearer.

She thought she had gotten over the relapse of the virus when a deep voice suddenly said, "You are

awake?"

Sylvia didn't respond.

The familiar, faint, and attractive voice must be Franklin's.

She turned towards the source of the voice and saw the man sitting on her bed.

The man was so handsome that he could make every woman swoon whenever and wherever.

However, what shocked her the most was that he was hugging her firmly with one arm around her

waist!

She got a little dizzy as she said. "Why are you here?"

"I was about to ask you why you needed me so much." He looked at her pale face in confusion.

Logan called him anxiously and said that he must come quickly as something was wrong with Sylvia. If

he didn't come, she would be in danger.

Then he came, only to find she was sleeping and looked fine.

She looked just fine, except that her body was covered with sweat.

Sylvia thought, 'No wonder I got awake. Franklin came.'

It must be Logan who called Franklin to come here.

She was speechless.

She wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve. Covered with sweat, she felt uncomfortable.

"I'm going to take a shower. Suit yourself."

"What's wrong with you?" Franklin wasn't a fool.

He smelled something fishy.

Why did his rival in love, Logan, ask him to come to Sylvia?

And his anxious tone showed he was serious.

Why did Sylvia sweat so much?

Why did she look fine after he came? Why did she get awake soon?

He was full of doubts.

"I am fine. It's just a trick played by Logan. You know, he is too idle," Sylvia answered indifferently.

Then she went into the bathroom with new pajamas in her hands.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt embarrassed.

She looked so messy after she was attacked by the virus. The clothes she wore were crumpled and the

makeup on her face was messed up due to sweat. Black eyeliner shed along her eye pit, making her

look like a ghost.

Now her long and sweaty hair was stuck on her cheek and neck. With a face that resembled a ghost,

she could scare children away if she ran out.

What was wrong with Franklin?

He could even hug her and lay on the same bed.

She took a hot shower after taking her makeup off.

Half an hour later, the smell of sweat in her body was removed.

She felt so comfortable. Then she went out of the bathroom.

She wrapped her hair and opened the bathroom door, surprised to see Franklin still sitting on her bed

that was soaked by her sweat.

Why he was still here?

She was in a daze for a while. Then she went over to the dresser to dry her hair.

He was quietly sitting on the edge of the bed, looking around her room.

This was the room where she made a video call with him before. It was a room with a simple

decoration style.

He watched her dry her hair with a dryer and go through a skin care routine.

Later on, she lifted her pajamas, rubbing skin care products against her legs and arms...

He kept staring at her.

She peered speechlessly at him.

Such a tall and leggy man made her quite spacious room a bit crowded.

After she was done, she said to him. "Get up."

He frowned. "For what?"

"Change the sheet."

She looked at the damp sheet. God knew how much she had sweated!

The hateful virus just obediently died down after Franklin came to her.

It was her blood feeding it, not Franklin's

If it liked him so much, it should go to his body and let him be the host!

She felt it was so annoying.

However, she could do nothing.

She was somewhat depressed and took out a set of new bedding from the closet.

Then she asked him to take off the dirty sheet.

Franklin was surprised.

Only hesitating for a second, he bowed to touch the sheet.

It was the first time he had done such chores, so he wasn't skillful.

The sheet was easy to take off, but it was difficult to change the cover.

She stood aside and stared at him.

She had to admit something he was still so attractive even when doing chores.

He soon found the zipper of the cover and took the thin quilt out.

The quilt even didn't touch the ground as he was so tall that he carried the quilt with his hand up a little.

He gracefully did all this and looked like a professional male model for selling bedding with the light on

his arms and shoulder.

She pulled a new sheet on the bed and unfold the new cover.

She told him the key to changing the cover. "You need to grasp two corners of the quilt. You know?

Then I will squeeze the quilt into another two corners. Then we need to jerk it like this!"

He stood near the bed and grasped two corners.

After she filled the quilt well and was about to grasp another two corners, the man jerked it.

Then he turned the quilt quickly, grasped another two corners of the quilt, and jerked it.

After that, he took fixers to fix four corners of the quilt.

During their four-year marriage, he had never done such trifles with Sylvia as there were servants who

did those.

Warmth seemed to flood his heart.

He was touched and happy.

As long as he stayed with Sylvia, he seemed to calm down and get pleased naturally.

The green sheet and cover she took out were so fresh with flowers on them.

They were really pleasant to the eye.

He liked the bedding set, which somehow reflected his good mood. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

While she was about to sit, he suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

Clearly, he hadn't had dinner yet.

Only then did she realize she was tired and hungry.

She sweated a lot and was tortured by the pain. No wonder she felt hungry.

"Okay, I will go downstairs to cook something. You can come to help me."

...

Logan was nervous.

It was a clear sign that Sylvia was tormented by the virus again.

Each time she would suffer intense pain.

This time he had no choice but to call Franklin to come over to ease her pain.

But Franklin had been up there for almost an hour. Logan was anxious to know how she was.

He was very worried.

If possible, he would prefer to transfer the virus into his body. Every time she got attacked by the virus,

all her men were worried about her.

It was too unbearable.

Just when he was about to go up to see, he heard the sound of footsteps.

Then he saw Sylvia in clean pajamas, with hair draping over her shoulder.

The tall man in a wrinkled and black business suit followed.

The wrinkled suit Franklin wore made Logan have an odd feeling.

Did the virus in Sylvia's body go rogue again? Did they have sex just now?

He soon walked to Sylvia, looked at her, and asked worriedly. "How are you? Do you feel better?"

"Go away! Remove your unclean thoughts." She pushed away his head.