Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 865

Chapter 865 

The colors were either black or gray. 

Odell raised his brows. “That’s it?” 

“Yes. The clothes are made of quality materials, so they won’t tear easily. They should last for a while.” Furthermore, they were not expensive, so she would not feel bad even if he tore one every day. 

Odell curled his lips and asked, “Did you buy some for yourself too?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Show me.” 

Sylvia frowned. “There’s nothing to see. I didn’t ask to see yours either.” 

Odell narrowed his eyes. “I won’t wear them, but I want to see.” 

His wicked eyes seemed to see through her at a glance. 

Sylvia’s face grew hot, and many scenes of her being bullied by him suddenly flashed in her mind. She was embarrassed for no reason and refused him directly, “I don’t want to.” 

Odell strode in front of her, pinned her to the wardrobe, and lifted her chin. His thin lips brushed against her own as he said in a husky and overbearing voice, “If you don’t wear it tonight, then you don’t get to wear it. Period.” 

Sylvia could not help but glare at him. 

He smiled wickedly. 

What else could she do? 

She did not want to have another fever. 

She turned around, opened her wardrobe, and pointed to the pajamas hanging there. “It’s all there. Most of yours are matching couple sets.” 

Odell glanced over and saw the array of black and gray. They were not just matching couple sets. Even the style was the same as his, with a combination of tops and pants. There was not a single dress. 

His expression darkened. “Throw them all away. You’re not allowed to wear them.” 

Sylvia looked at him. “What if I don’t?” 

He narrowed his eyes. “Try me.” 

If she dared to wear any of those, he would tear it all up. 

Sylvia could not help but punch him. “I spent a lot of money on these clothes.” 

“Do I look like I lack money?” His voice was displeased. 

Sylvia said nothing. 

He did not lack money, and she also had savings and was not short of money, but she did not want to squander money. 

She had bought these modest pajamas because she did not want him to tear up her pajamas every night. He did not know 

how the servants in charge of cleaning the room viewed her every day. 

“I’ll allow you to wear it once.” He suddenly reached out and touched her face. 

Sylvia’s eyes flickered, then she frowned, looking reticent. It was obvious she did not want to wear it for just one night. 

Odell was silent for a few seconds. “I’ll let you wear it for two nights.” 

Sylvia continued to frown.