Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 1167

Master Odell's Secret Ex-wife by Eggsoup Chapter 1167

Chapter 1167 Something must have made the woman happy, or she would not be smiling and drooling away in her sleep. The man staredat her for a while before he took his phone out and snapped pictures of her as she drooled in her sleep Snap! Sherry was awoken by the sharp sound.

She opened her eyes and saw the man snapping pictures of her sleeping with a gentle smile on his face.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Snap! He took another picture before he pocketed his phone.

Sherry was rendered speechless.

Her face paled as she stared at him.

After a few seconds, she raised her hand and slapped herself on the head.

'Why is this b*stard here? I must be having a nightmare!' After slapping herself twice, she looked at him again.

John's tall figure was still beside her, looking at her from behind his golden -framed glasses.

He was puzzled as to why Sherry had slapped her own head.

Sherry's gaze cleared and she slapped her own face again.

She must have been drunk and started hallucinating.

Just as she was giving herself a particular hard slap, John caught hold of her wrist and stopped her.

He thought that she had lost her mind.

He bent over and moved closer to her face, stroking her head with his other hand.

The familiar presence, the warmth from his palm, all of it felt real.

Sherry's response was to shoot him an icy look before pushing him away.

The sudden push caught him offguard and sent him staggering backwards.

Sherry covered herself with the sheets.

"Stay away from me!" John went silent for a moment before his lips curled up into a smile.

"How's your waist and hip?" Sherry pulled the quilt back up and wrapped herself in it." That'snone of your business." John said, "You've been freeloading for a month now.

If this isn't my business, whose business is it?" Sherry rolled her eyes.

"Release me then.

You wouldn't need to feed this freeloader anymore." John chuckled.

"If I release you, what about my eight billion?" "The Fowlers or the Browns, or both of them together."

"Hmph." He wentcloser to the bed and bent over.

Before Sherry could escape him, he caught her chin and said with a devilish grin, "I want to take the money from you."

Sherryrolled her eyes again.

"I don't have any money with me, so just take my life if you want it."

The moment her words subsided, she felt a tingling sensation around her neck.

His fingers gently stroked her neck, teasing her.

Sherry's expression changed.

She glared at him and cried, "Don't even think about it, unless I’m dead and you like to f*ck a corpse!"