Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 

Odell was startled when he saw Sylvia’s red, swollen eyes with tears pooling inside them. 

He scoffed and said crossly, “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not going to work on me. I’m not Tristan.” 

Sylvia was completely speechless as she held back her tears. Odell could not help it and began to chuckle when he noticed how upset she was and yet unable to express her anger in any way or form. 

“Go see the children. You only have an hour.” 

With that, he stepped towards the door which opened automatically. 

After he entered, Sylvia stared at his figure and muttered curses, “Stupid bastard, prick!” 

After she got it out of her system, she dragged herself inside. 

Meanwhile, Tara, who had been hiding in the dark this entire time, was clenching her hands tightly and angrily. 

Back at the parking lot after the ball ended, she already had a feeling that something was going on when she heard Odell suddenly tell Sylvia what happened to Isabel that same afternoon. That was when she decided to sneak here without Odell knowing. 

She could not believe that he had kissed this disgusting, wretched woman even though he hated her. It must be the way she dressed that managed to seduce him! 

Tara was angry and restless. 

No, she could not allow Sylvia to use her baby as an excuse to draw closer to Odell any longer. 

She had invested so much to earn Odell’s affection and done so much to maintain their relationship over all these years. She simply could not allow Sylvia to take that away from her! 

Isabel and Liam had been waiting for Sylvia to visit them. 

Sylvia had just entered the yard when they bolted out of the living room. 

Isabel was wearing a pink skirt and eagerly called out to her mother. Liam was dressed handsomely in a shirt with a denim suspender strapped over it. He looked at his mother with moon-like eyes. 

Sylvia felt her grievances melt away into nothingness when she saw their adorable faces again. She greeted them joyfully and took them into her arms. Then, they went back to the bedroom. 

Sylvia inspected the injury on Isabel’s hands and finally could breathe easily upon noticing that the damage was not significant. She stayed until it was nearly midnight when the children were asleep before she went home. 

It was the weekday again. 

As usual, Sylvia arrived at the studio in the morning. Shortly after her arrival, a young and beautiful woman completely clad in branded designer clothing rushed into the studio. Sylvia’s colleague in the studio stepped up to politely stop her from entering, but she rudely shoved them out of the way, even yelling viciously, “Scram!” Sylvia, who was working at the time, regarded the scene with a deep frown.