Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 961 - Bab 970

Startled, Sylvia wrapped herself in the bathrobe and walked out.In the bedroom, Odell was wearing a black robe, and his tall figure sank lazily on the sofa. Seeing her come out without showering, he was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"Sylvia said embarrassedly, "I'm on my period.""That's it?""Yeah."The light in the bedroom was quite bright, so Odell could see the plea in her eyes at a glance. His eyes narrowed as he said, "Oh, I see."Then, he picked up the book next to him and read it again.Sylvia's throat choked. "Um, can you...""Can I, what?" He looked at her again with dark eyes.At this point, Sylvia simply said, "Can you ask someone to buy me a pack of tampons?"Odell curved his lips in a seductive smile. "What do you think?"Sylvia blushed and could not help but glare at him. Just as she was about to take her phone to place a delivery order from a supermarket, he suddenly picked up the landline next to him.The phone was quickly connected. He looked at Sylvi

John shook off the hand that she slapped away. He glanced at the two people in the front row with a grim gaze. "You two, get out."The driver and Peter hurriedly got out of the car.Then, his straight figure approached Sherry, and one hand reached for her face again.Sherry sat in place, her hands clenched into fists by her side as she looked at him coldly. Just when his hand was about to squeeze her face, she suddenly got up.Bam!With a heavy sound, she pressed John back against the car seat. She pinned him down, clutching his collar with both hands, and asked him coldly, "What did you give them?"Her face was red, and her eyes were full of hatred and killing intent.John was stunned for a moment. Then, his face returned to normal. "Seems like I've treated you too well these few days.""Cut the crap!" Sherry directly grabbed his neck, her gaze sinister. "Tell me. What exactly did you give them?"John narrowed his eyes. "Don't you want to help the Fowlers and your childhood f

Sylvia played with the three little ones until the evening.In the evening, Isabel and Liam both had a piano lesson. Aunt Tonya brought Flint to bed.Sylvia went to the third floor by herself. There was a big room with three walls facing the sun.At this time of the day, the orange sunset slanted from the west and landed on the neat and clean table, the floor, and the painting and carving tools on the table.Aunt Tonya had told her about this place, saying that it was a workshop specially prepared for her.Although Sylvia had no memory of this place, she had a familiar feeling as soon as she stepped inside. She could not help but look at the complete sets of painting tools, and the two paintings hanging on the wall.The paintings were framed. Both of them were landscapes, and the artist's signature stamp on the bottom read: Sunflower. The signature stamp was placed in a box in a corner of the table.Sylvia lifted her hand to touch it, but when she remembered that one of these th

Half an hour later, Sylvia arrived at a pedestrian street near the Art Academy.The street architecture and installations exuded a vintage and scholarly feel. Various stores were interspersed with the galleries and several small art stores, among which were two sculpting studios.Sylvia went in for a stroll.Some of the carvings were not very skillful, but they had a distinct design. Sylvia bought two trinkets to carry in her hand and then continued to stroll inside.Unknowingly, she reached the end of the street and entered an open painting exhibition.In front of her was a moderately-sized square filled with paintings of all kinds.Sylvia was confused for a moment, but her steps did not stop as she walked toward the paintings.Some of the paintings were mature, some were childish, some were introspective, and some were cheerful and with a lot of personalities. It did not seem like they were the work of students of the Art Academy. Instead, they looked like they were painted by

Sylvia ran all the way out of the street.Jacob had been following her from the shadows. When she started to run, he went after her and caught up with her when she finally stopped.He asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Madam? Did you meet someone who wants to harm you?"Sylvia panted from exhaustion. "N.-no.""Then, why are you running?""I met a group of difficult people." Thinking of the young woman who led the group in heckling her earlier, she looked at Jacob and asked, "Do you know who the people who just talked to me were?""I know a few. Except for Ms. Springsteen, the others should be from the Westchester Art Association."'The Art Association? So, the man who was warm and cordial to me earlier was my good friend Simon Foster? As for Ms. Springsteen...'She asked, "Is Ms. Springsteen the woman who stood in front and talked to me?"Jacob responded, "Yes."Sylvia frowned. 'No wonder she was acting strangely toward me. She's Lily Springsteen, the eldest daughter of the Spri