Female Novel
Chapter 193
"Mrs. Maskelyne is so great."
"Good job."
Franklin didn't respond to Sylvia on Twitter. He put the knife and fork down and looked at her with his
dark eyes, saying, "Are you angry?"
"Franklin, don't be so childish, Okay?" Sylvia also put down her knife and fork, "Why is your
unapproachable-president image totally shattered? You are aloof, dignified, and dismissive of
descending to being ordinary, aren't you?"
"For you, I am content to be ordinary." Franklin picked a piece of fish into Sylvia's bowl, "Sylvia, you
can't get rid of me."
The man was so pushy. She felt a bit stifled.
She said nothing but began to eat.
"If you don't like my high profile, I will change." Franklin felt a bit nervous due to Sylvia's silence so he
hurriedly added.
Some netizens commented on the forum that girls liked to be shown off by their boyfriends on social
media as a way to make their relationships known to all.
Surely, he was fooled by the comment again.
Damn it!
Sylvia had trouble adjusting to his sudden nervous tone because he was always superior, aggressive,
and temperamental.
But he was such a pushover now, saying that he would change on his initiative.
It was a bit freaking her out.
But she didn't react much. After all, others didn't see her face. Otherwise, it would be a disaster.
They had gotten divorced but still messed around with each other. Moreover, she was posted as Mrs.
Maskelyne by him on Twitter every day.
If someone dug out stuff on them and nailed Franklin's lies, it would be indecent for them.
She sighed. "Franklin, we can't get back. So don't do this again. It's so naive."
"Not even friends?" Franklin asked, looking depressed with his dashing eyebrows knitted.
He started to be irrepressibly fretted.
He clenched his fists and fought the impulse to sweep everything off the table.novelbin
"Then just friends," Sylvia looked at him and said.
She pulled out some napkins to wipe her lips, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.
However, at this moment, a violent feeling attacked her.
The virus! It came back after dying down for a long time.
Sylvia only felt all hot and shivery, and her face changed between red and white.
She forced herself to walk forward.
But this time, the pain caused by the virus was more violent. What she felt now was like a knife gouging
into every inch of her body and every cell in his blood.
She took a deep breath and moved her lead-like legs forward, the pain blinding her.
Each move she made was like treading on a knife.
At this moment, she was the mermaid who needed cutting bloody when turned into a human being.
When she stepped out of the villa, she had been drenched with sweat.
Her wet hair was on her cheek.
She gawked at the sullen sky, fumbled in her bag for her phone, and gave a call to Logan. Then there
came his voice on the phone, "Hi, boss."
"Come and get me," Sylvia said faintly. Her vision blurred, and she almost lost consciousness.
Especially, her high-temperature body and the burning desire reminded her of what she needed most.
But she didn't want to get a slap in the face.
She just said that she would no longer mess with him. And now, did she have to violate it due to the
virus?
No! Her dignity didn't allow her to do this.
Even she would be tortured to die by the virus.
And she was determined to fight it to the bitter end.
Logan perceived something wrong that happened to her and asked, "What's wrong? Where are you?"
She bit her lower lip tightly, her face burning brightly.
She held her phone in her hands tremblingly and said, "Town...Townyer Villa."
Thunder was growling and lightning made a zigzag in the dark sky.
The light lit up Sylvia's face, which was burning and blushing weirdly.
She was extremely beautiful; and now she was like a nymph, illuminatingly beautiful.
It was about to rain.
Subconsciously, Sylvia tried walking forward.
Nearby, there were bridges, waters, pavilions, and trees. The environment was nice.
She wanted to take shelter in a pavilion, but she had used all her strength to endure the pain.
She clenched her teeth and forced herself to move.
"No. No." Sylvia constantly told herself, trying to repress the huge shock caused by the virus.
Soon, five minutes passed, but Sylvia only took three steps.
She never expected that walking would be torture for her someday.
It was cloudy, and suddenly it rained violently. The raindrops that snapped at her made her feel pain.
Sylvia closed her eyes for a while. Damn!
It sucked.
Standing in the rain, she suffered from the great drops pounding on her. No wonder she would be wet
like a drowned rat.
In the villa, Jasper was tidying up the dishes. Meanwhile, he looked at the downpour out of the window
worriedly.
He gave a peek at Franklin and said timidly, "Hope Miss Andrews can hail a cab."
The city was shrouded in the night.
There were sporadically a few luxury cars passing by in the villa area.
The extremely charming lady stood stiff in the rain. Someone cast a glance at her and felt amazed by
her beauty.
Sylvia still struggled with the virus, looking at the rainstorm night.
Her heartbeat was so fast that she almost had her heart in her mouth.
Seemingly, the pain was going to rip her up.
"Sylvia, don't you give in?" A sudden voice said in her ears.
She looked up sharply. It was a man in a silver mask.
He was tall, standing in the rain. Behind the mask were terrible eyes tinged with mischief and disdain.
It seemed that everyone was nonentity to him.
A lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating his silver mask which made him more horrible.
The masked man appeared again.
Four years ago, it was a masked man who hunted her down with hundreds of people and injected the
virus into her.
Sylvia looked at his frightening face and tried hard to compose herself. She didn't know if he was the
man she confronted four years ago.
"Who are you?"
The man was about 5 steps away from her.
She had been painful to death, her pupils shrinking constantly.
Such a beautiful but contorted face made the masked man pleased.
"I cannot bear to see so pretty a lady get painful!"
The man chuckled and his voice was horrible, like being from the hell.
His eerie tone and his dismissive eyes were familiar.
Sylvia was increasingly sure that he was the guy.
The man moved towards Sylvia step by step, with his long and strong legs.
At this moment, Sylvia had no way to fight him due to the virus.
Unconsciously, she began to back away from him.
He spoke in a low and cold voice, "Sylvia, I thought that you would turn to me. Unexpectedly, you
married that guy for four years. How naughty. And now, you still mess with him. It makes me so
disappointed. May I finish this for you?"
Sylvia clenched her fists.
She said coldly, "What are you gonna do? Franklin and I have been divorced. We're done."
"Really?" said the man, his unfathomable eyes staring at Sylvia darkly, "Oh, that's true."
He paused and suddenly said, "You'd better not be involved with him. Otherwise, he might vanish."
"You!"
The masked face looked malicious in the street lamp.
Sylvia stared at him silently. She clearly felt the fatal danger from the man in front of her.
"You can simply kill me if you want. Why go to all this trouble?"
She was deeply confused that he only put the virus in her without other actions.
The man tossed a thoughtful look at her, "It sucks my plan to get you is forestalled."
Sylvia sneered.
Just then, the man suddenly caressed her face, "Look, you want me, don't you? Come into my arms."
His voice was siren-like.
"I'm not interested in you," said Sylvia coldly.
There was a huge ball of emotion swelling to the utmost in her chest. The pain attacked her crazily.