Chapter 150

Darcie had no idea how she'd gotten back to her room.

Her legs were heavy, and the tearing pain in her heart was killing her.

She clenched her fists tightly and tried hard not to cry out loud.

At the moment, she got mixed feelings of jealousy, hatred, sadness and

bitterness.

Why! Why Sylvia could be loved and cared about by Franklin?

In the cafeteria, Franklin stared greedily at the stake in Sylvia's plate.

She cut one piece and put it into her mouth, then she raised her eyes

only to look him into his greedy eyes.

“I want that,” he said in a bossy and naive way.

Sylvia knew he had a poor appetite and he was a terribly picky eater.

So, she had to give out her stake to him and said, “There you go.”

Franklin began cutting the stake happily, while Sylvia shook her head

helplessly.

She was about to bring another stake but Franklin stopped her, “You

can have mine.”

His eyes looked dark and deep. He loved the intimate feeling of

exchanging food.

He no longer looked cold or distant. Right now, he was like a young boy

who was exchanging love tokens with his girl.

Sylvia thought he was abnormally childish.

“Take mine!” Franklin saw her standing still and said in a bossy tone

again.

He looked like he would turn over the table if Sylvia dared to turn him

down.

Sylvia had no choice but to sit down again, and sighed, “Franklin, I

suggest you see the psychologist. You're sick. You need to see a

doctor.”

“I'm fine.” Franklin looked cold and stared at her gloomily, “I can't fly the

plane if I'm sick.”

To be a captain, one must be physically fit and mentally healthy.

Sylvia was too sensitive, so he had to hide the fact that his mania

became severe after their divorce.

He didn’t want to scare her away...

“Fine, you're fine. You aren't sick, OK?” Sylvia groaned and buried her

head to eat the stake.

After dinner, Franklin took her hand and hailed a cab.

“Where are we going?” Sylvia was a little confused.

“You'll know it later when we get there.”

The cab stopped. Franklin took her out of the cab.

The beautiful lake water was clean and clear with white water lilies

scattering around, looking unearthly.

The mountains were winding not far away. The trees were green and

thick. Everything looked so nice.

Big and tall magnolia flower trees were surrounding the lake, smelling

fresh and fragrant.

But Sylvia could only smell Franklin's masculine hormone.

He was standing next to her and holding her hand like a majestic king.

He turned to look at her. The fine view and the pretty girl were perfectly

matched with each other, which was like a good painting.

Sylvia sensed he was in a good mood, as he was staring at her with a

smile.

“Why are you looking at me? Aren't you out for the beautiful scenery?”

Sylvia glanced at him and said.

Franklin opened his arms, leaned over to her and held her into his

arms, “Sweetie, as long as you're with me, you'll be happy and

satisfied, in every way.”

He bit her earlobe lightly and whispered in her ear.

He liked to bite her ears, which got red when he touched them softly,

and he couldn't help getting aroused.

Sylvia felt her heart racing. She tried to push him away but he grabbed

her hands, “We've got one day and one night left. We can enjoy it."

They could enjoy being together in the beauty of nature.

His voice sounded intoxicating. It was quiet around and they could only

hear the wind blowing the leaves.

Sylvia just let Franklin hold her tightly in his arms like that.

His arms were strong and warm.

In fact, they were divorced, but they embraced each other so closely

now. And she felt safe in his arms.

What a contradictory and ironic thing!

Suddenly, there came some pleasant music.

Sylvia opened her eyes abruptly and saw a fountain rising at the center

of the lake.

Surprisingly, there was a music fountain in the lake!

As the fountain rose, lights in many colors were shining on the lake all

at once and illuminating Sylvia and Franklin. What a view!

The crystal-clear water was colorful at the moment. Fish was swimming

here and there freely.

In the sky, they could see a bright moon, which was scattered around

with sparkling stars, while in the lake, they could see the brilliant music

fountain.

Franklin held up her pretty face and asked deeply, “Do you like it?"

Sylvia raised her head and looked at him in the eyes, and she could

see his thick eyelashes clearly.

Suddenly, he kissed her on the lips, so passionately and possessively.

He kissed her so hard that she could smell all his breath, and she

couldn't help trembling slightly...

There was a two-story cabin by the lake.

Franklin carried her in his arms and strode over to the cabin. She was

carried to the bedroom on the second floor and thrown onto the bed

before she could look around the decoration carefully in the cabin.

Until then, she realized that the roof of the cabin was made of

transparent glass!

She lay on the bed and was able to see the twinkling stars in the sky. In

the starry sky and the rising and falling of the music fountain, Franklin

jumped up on her.

Through the huge French window, she could keep enjoying the music

fountain only by turning her head a little bit.

Franklin gasped heavily and came closer to her, “Everything here is

specially for you, this cabin included.”

His thin lips nearly touched her trembling red lips. Then he uttered the

words, “Sweetie, let's get back together.”

Sylvia looked away and tried not to look at his charmingly handsome

face. But he carried her up again and went straight to the back of the

cabin.

To her surprise, Sylvia found there was a pool of hot water. It was

steaming.

Some good-looking stones were built up in the pool.

Some green bamboos were planted around the pool, and they rustled

lightly in the night breeze, which was pleasant to the ear.

“This is a natural hot spring pool.” Franklin tore her dress off but Sylvia

pressed his hands, “It's outdoor.”

She thought it very embarrassing to bathe in the open air.

“Nobody will come here,” Franklin said lightly.

They could still see the music fountain not far away from the spring

pool.

The light around was dim and dark but the music fountain still looked

brilliant.

There was a unique street lamp in front of the cabin which was covered

in its dim light.

Beauty was created from all this.

She bathed in the warm spring water and relaxed. Franklin stretched

out his arms and held her. His strong chest was clinging to her smooth

and fair skin.

She was frozen, trying to escape.

But Franklin held her slim waist so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

He lowered his eyes and faintly saw her seductively curvy figure in the

water.

The hot water splashed on her fair skin softly.

In the dim light, she looked stunning. She curled her slender legs in an

elegant way, looking so attractive.

He narrowed his sharp eyes, his breathing fast and then long.

He always knew how beautiful she was! But she looked like a fairy right

here right now!

Every time he took a close look at her, he could find she displayed her

beauty in a different way.

It was like digging a treasure. The deeper he went, the deeper he was

in love with her.

Franklin felt he was tense all over.

He put on the bathrobe loosely and carried Sylvia in his arms.

Then he put her softly on the bed, while he was leaning against the bed

idly like a noble king.

Her hair was wet by water steams and hanging down randomly, which

made her face look more delicate.

Her face was as red as a cherry after bathing in the hot spring, and he

wanted so much to bite it.

Sylvia stared at him stubbornly like a cheetah, which was ready to

attack with its sharp paws. And, she looked as tasty like candy in the

light.

Franklin appreciated her in the way that a noble king was inspecting his

land.

He had no idea since when the bathrobe had slipped off.

She had sex with him many times during their four-year marriage, but

she still felt uneasy seeing his naked body.

He fiddled with her long curly hair gently with his rough fingers.

Sylvia looked at him quietly and found his eyes seemed darker than the

night sky.

She could see the dark sky and twinkling stars overhead. And

everything was so romantic and nice.

The rising sun in Sneland shone through the glass window overhead.