Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 870

Chapter 870

Sylvia shopped around the floor with him again., 

When they reached the elevator, she wanted to go down, but he held her hand and went upstairs instead. 

“Let’s go to one more floor to shop before we eat,” he said. His tone was strong and gave her no room for refusal. 

Sylvia held back her anger. 

‘Whatever. We’ve already covered two floors. What’s one more?’ 

Taking the elevator, they soon arrived at the third floor. 

As soon as they came up, they saw a spacious gallery. 

It was a temporary art gallery, which meant that someone was probably holding an exhibition here. Many famous paintings were displayed outside the entrance. 

Sylvia stopped and could not help but look over, 

Odell held her hand and asked, “Do you want to go in and have a look?” 

As soon as his voice fell, a familiar and beautiful figure came out of the gallery. 

Lily’s expression was startled as if she did not expect to meet them. Her eyes swept over the shopping bags that Sylvia and Odell were carrying, then she smiled and walked up to them. 

“Master Carter, Ms. Ross, what a coincidence. Are you here to 

shop?” 

Odell gave a cold hum. 

Lily looked at Sylvia and smiled politely. “Ms. Ross, this is a painting exhibition jointly organized by my grandfather and the Art Association. The president, Christopher, and several people from the association are inside. Why don’t you come in? They’ll be overjoyed to see you.” 

Sylvia could not bring herself to smile, and she did not want to go in either. 

Ever since she had withdrawn from the Art Association after being mocked last time with the ink painting, she never contacted Christopher and the others again. 

Before she could refuse though, Lily said, “Are you still concerned about the painting incident back then? I also heard about it, but that was a long time ago. They won’t bring it up again.” 

Sylvia’s face turned pale. The scenes of being mocked by the group for not being able to paint, and the scenes of being accused of dining and dashing, and being secretly filmed by the people of the Art Association all flooded back into her mind. 

The words of refusal were stuck in her throat. 

‘If I say I won’t go in, wouldn’t it be the same as saying I still care about the painting incident?’ 

“We have other plans, so we won’t go in.” The man’s low voice suddenly sounded. 

He tightly gripped Sylvia’s hand, and the heat of his palm spread all over her body. Without waiting for Lily to say anything, he led Sylvia and turned around, walking to the escalator leading down. 

Soon, they walked out of the mall. 

The weather outside was hot, but Sylvia’s expression was a little downcast. She kept her head down. 

Odell held her hand tightly and asked, “What do you want to eat later?” 

“Anything’s fine.”