All Chapters of Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Chapter 1091 - Chapter 1100

Sylvia wanted to urge him to call Skylar but when he started drinking, she paused and swallowed her words back. Flint, the naughty boy, swung his hands around and knocked the glass in his father’s hand. Odell’s hand slipped and the glass of water spilled over his pants. The baby chuckled happily after creating a mess. Odell looked at the baby. He immediately lifted Flint to save him from the water. Sylvia immediately carried Flint away. Odell got up. “I’ll go clean up.” “Okay.” Sylvia felt it inappropriate to urge him to call Skylar now. She watched him go up the stairs and planned to talk to him after he cleaned himself up. However, the man took all the time he got and only came down in fresh new clothes after dinner was served. Madam Carter came out of her room. Sylvia did not want to talk about her memory loss in front of Madam Carter to avoid worrying her, so she was forced to put the topic aside again. After dinner, Isabel played with Flint in the living ro

He returned to the bed and pinched her cheek. “I’m done. It’s your turn.” Sylvia looked at him. “Call Skylar now, or give me her contact.” She sounded demanding. Odell held her chin and kissed her lips. “Go wash yourself up. We’ll call her when you’re done.” Sylvia’s eyes gleamed. “For real?” “For real.” Sylvia jumped out of bed and dashed into the shower. After a quick shower and drying her hair, she came out in her sleeping robes. “Odell, I’m done. Let’s call Skylar–” Before she could finish, she was stunned by the man sleeping on the bed. She had never been annoyed this much before. She clenched her fists and strode to the bed. She sat on his belly and started tickling him. “Odell, wake up! Stop pretending!” She tickled his neck and armpits for a few seconds before his long arms grabbed her hands. Sylvia lost her balance and fell backward. Next, she found herself underneath his broad chest. Odell stared at her blushing face deeply. He grinned. “You

Odell’s towering figure leaned against the door outside the room. His brows were furrowed tightly as he waited. As he grew anxious, he took the guarantee letter from his pocket and stared at it blankly. Cliff said in a small voice, “Sir, don’t worry. Madam has signed it. She won’t leave you anymore.” Even though the content of the guarantee letter seemed a little outrageous, once Sylvia signed it, it would become a legal document with immediate effect. Odell rubbed the edge of the paper in silence. The guarantee was not just a method to scare her and deter her from leaving him, but it was also a consolation he provided for himself. Even if she remembered the horrible things he had done to her and wanted to leave him again, he would seek another way to keep her by his side, and not use this guarantee letter against her. Seconds turned into minutes. An hour went by, and the door finally opened. Skylar was drenched in sweat when she came out. “Master Carter, she’s asleep

Sylvia went down to the living room with Odell. The meal was already prepared and the dishes were being served when they came down. Aunt Tonya came over and asked, “Syl, have you remembered everything?” Sylvia smiled at her. “Yeah, I remembered everything.” “Great! Thank goodness!” Aunt Tonya cried excitedly. “Come, come sit down. You guys haven’t eaten anything for a whole day. Odell hasn’t slept as well. Sit down and eat, and you guys can have a good rest.” Sylvia looked at the man beside her in surprise. He looked as frosty as usual, and when Sylvia looked at him, he gripped her hand tighter. “Let’s eat.” Sylvia finally realized his voice sounded rough. No wonder she had woken up to his bloodshot eyes. The man had stayed awake by her side for the entire night. Her gaze shifted as she hummed a reply and sat down. A lavish feast was spread out on the table. Sylvia filled her tummy quickly and then said, “I’m still feeling dizzy. Let’s go get some rest.” Odell smile

Two days later, after Sylvia fully digested the memories, her mind felt clearer than ever. Odell had been spending the past two days at home, accompanying her. He would go to the study room to deal with work-related stuff at times but mostly stayed by her side. Sylvia’s phone chimed and attracted not only Sylvia’s attention but also Odell’s. She picked up the phone and saw a text from Christopher. “Sylvia, are you ready for the competition?” There were only a few more days until the art competition. She frowned at the text. Odell was beside her when she read the text. “What’s wrong?” “We are a few more days away from the art competition, and the President is asking if I'm ready for it.” His expression changed slightly. “You haven’t decided?” “I don’t know if I can do well.” The moment her words subsided, his warm palm patted her head and stroked it. “Why don’t you go paint and find out?” Sylvia looked into his deep eyes. As her heart pounded, she said, “Okay.”