Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 1001 - Bab 1010

The call lasted for quite a while as Sylvia had to cheer her kids up. When the call finally ended, she got up and prepared for bed. After cleaning herself up, she picked up her phone again to check on the message, but she got nothing. From when she left Westchester City, Odell had been texting her, updating her about the kids’ situation. ‘Is he busy? Or is he mad that I didn’t reply to him every time he texted me?’ Sylvia grunted and tossed the phone aside. She tried to sleep but for some reason, her mind was thinking about the text messages and her eyes were staring at her phone. She lay awake until midnight and still did not receive any messages on her phone. He should have texted her no matter how busy he was. Sylvia’s expression turned cold. Frustrated and annoyed, she covered herself with the blanket and slept. …On the next morning, Sylvia woke up around 9 o’clock. Maybe because she slept late last night, she woke up later than usual. It was way past breakfas

The ember of hope in the girl’s eyes died off. She put her hands on her hips and raised a brow at John. “So, you’re the jerk who has been bullying Aunt Sherry? Do you know you should love your girlfriend instead of bullying her?” John’s expression froze. Odell sternly said, “Izzy, stop it. Don’t be rude.” Sylvia immediately pulled the little girl behind her back. The girl pouted and sulked in silence. Madam Stockton, Queenie, and Julie’s expressions turned cold. Things got awkward until John chuckled. He looked at the girl with her puffy face. “I didn’t expect the girl to know so much about relationships at this age.” Isabel pouted. “Of course. I’ve seen almost all the romance dramas out there!” Sylvia was rendered speechless, and even Odell felt embarrassed. “Hmph. A girl her age calls a man a jerk because of romance drama? I think she’s learning all the bad things instead of the good ones,” Queenie voiced her grievance behind John. John turned around and glared

There was an air of coziness in the living room. Sylvia could not sit still for long as she needed to look for Sherry. Grabbing the paper bag with food inside from Odell, Sylvia got on her feet. All eyes turned to her. Sylvia looked at Odell and John. “Carry on with your conversation. I’m going to check on Sherry.” Despite the emotions behind his eyes, John let out a smile. “Be my guest, Mrs. Carter.” Odell returned her a smile. “Go on.” Julie abruptly asked, “Mrs. Carter, do you need me to come along?” “It’s okay. I know the way. I can go there myself.” She kept her eyes on Flint and Isabel while replying. Flint was being his cute self in Madam Stockton’s arms. Detecting Sylvia’s gaze, Madam Stockton’s face fell as she clung onto Flint with reluctance to let go. Isabel was coiling Queenie’s hair around her finger, engrossed in styling her hair. Queenie shifted away from Sylvia’s gaze as she sat still for Isabel to do her up. Letting out a helpless grin, Sylvia

Sylvia winced, and it showed in her lips. Unimpressed by Queenie’s appearance, Madam Stockton furrowed her brows and gave the former a look to wash up. Alas, Queenie’s full attention was on Isabel who was trying to run away. Unaware of the looks she was getting, Queenie picked Isabel up and pinned the girl down on the seat next to her. Isabel, held by the scuff of her neck, helplessly remarked, “Miss Lion, you can’t find a boyfriend if you’re so nasty and rough.” Queenie glared at her. “I might not get a boyfriend, but I’m still going to hold you down!” Madam Stockton averted her gaze, pretending to see nothing while extending hospitality to Odell and Sylvia. “Mr. and Mrs. Carter, don’t be a stranger. Make yourselves at home.” She was clearly trying to steer Odell and Sylvia’s attention away from Queenie’s hair. Sylvia courteously responded before placing a napkin over her lap. Apart from the occasional bickering between Queenie and Isabel, it was a pleasant lunch. At

The thought of Flint’s adorable little face put a smile on Madam Stockton’s face. “I’ve never seen such a sweet kid. If only John had a kid as well.” “John’s still young. He’ll have a child sooner or later.” As her eyes shifted, Julie added, “But Master Carter has three strange children. All three of them have different personalities. They might share some resemblance in appearance, but that’s how far their similarity goes.” Madam Stockton’s face fell. “The oldest is quite like Master Carter. The not very well-behaved girl probably takes after her mom. It’s too early to identify personality markers on the youngest.” Julie chimed in. “Yeah. The youngest is the cutest. I hope he stays that way. He better not be like his sister.” Madam Stockton callously remarked, “That’s right.” “I think the kiddo is adorable,” standing behind them, Queenie mumbled under her breath. Madam Stockton turned her head and looked at Queenie. Her unsightly hairdo was an eyesore. “Adorable? The naugh