Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628

After the call, Sylvia went back to bed and tried to nap with the children.

For some reason, she did not feel even the slightest hint of sleepiness. The only thing that continued to turn over in her mind was the picture she had seen on the Internet of Odell getting drunk

This was completely contradictory to everything that she knew of him so far. For someone as composed as him to resort to alcohol, the Carter Corporation must truly be facing an unprecedented crisis, the likes of which he could not navigate his way out of.

Sylvia rolled over with an irritated frown.

They were already divorced. Even if she were to put aside everything that happened between them in the past, the single episode where he had chosen to save Tara while being held at gunpoint himself should be enough to fortify Sylvia’s opinion that she had nothing to do with him anymore! She could not care less even if he died!

Despite that, she found herself in a turbulent, irritated state.

Even after Liam and Isabel had both woken up, her mind was still in the same haphazard state.

When the children woke up, they were still drowsy from sleep. Isabel groggily burrowed herself into Sylvia’s arms while Liam pressed himself against her as well.

Sylvia sat up and took them both in her arms. She took a deep breath and inhaled their warm, soft scent, and found it to be very therapeutic. When it all came down to it, that man was their biological father. He had been a dutiful father to them and nobody could tell her otherwise. If not, Isabel who had once disdained him would not be talking about how much she missed him now.

A large part of her concern for him had to be because of her two little ones. When she thought about it this way, she felt a sense of relief. However, even by the time night time rolled around, she still could not fall asleep. She tossed and turned in her bed but she still did not feel tired. Putting on a robe, she went to the living room to make herself some soothing tea to help her sleep, when she bumped into Thomas who had just returned.

He was good-looking as ever and was wearing a black tuxedo that gave him a dignified air. His expression suddenly softened upon seeing Sylvia, “Why haven’t you gone to bed when it’s this late?”

“Can’t sleep,” Sylvia answered and then returned with a question of her own, “Why are you coming back this late at night?”

“I was held up by something.” He drew closer to her as he said this and touched her head,” Let’s have some supper together.”

Sylvia was quite accustomed to his touch by now and answered with familiarity, “Alright.”