Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882 

Sylvia was startled and her hands began to tremble. 

The number was local but not registered in her contact list. 

This person clearly knew that Odell would be attending the dinner tonight and had even guessed what her thoughts would be. Judging by the way the person had asked the question, it sounded like Thomas. 

Sylvia gasped. (Who is this?] 

( Thomas. ] 

Thud! 

She tossed the phone to the bed. Her face turned pale, and her body began to shake. 

After a while, her phone rang again. 

The screen lit up and showed the message that she had just received. 

(Did he not tell you about the dinner tonight? ] 

Sylvia took a deep breath and picked up the phone again. Her fingers shook as she typed, ( It’s none of your business!) 

She blacklisted the number immediately but she could not control the fear in her heart. 

She paced in the room for a while before she called Odell. 

The dial tone sounded, but he did not pick up 

She frowned. Then, she carried the sleeping Flint and went to Isabel and Liam’s room. 

Both the little ones were asleep. 

Sylvia sat down beside their bed with Flint in her arms. 

Having all three of her children by her side eased her anxiety. Although she could not completely rid herself of the uneasiness, she finally felt the sleepiness overtake her. 

She leaned against the headboard of the bed and dozed off. 

It was only when her arms suddenly felt empty that she opened her eyes and saw Odell putting Flint back in the bed. 

He looked handsome in his black suit. The faint smell of wine continued to linger on him, which meant he had just come home from dinner. 

Sylvia pursed her lips. 

After putting Flint down, Odell looked at her and saw that she was awake. 

He raised his hand to touch her head and asked, “Why are you sitting here?” 

“Nothing.” Sylvia then put up her legs on the bed and lay beside Flint. “I’ll be sleeping here tonight. You can go back and rest.” 

Odell narrowed his eyes when he saw that she seemed out of sorts and asked, “What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing. I just want to spend the night with the kids.” 

She sounded annoyed. 

Odell slapped her on the bum and said, “Get up.” 

Sylvia shut her eyes and ignored him. 

“I’ll count to three,” he said. 

“Even if you count to a hundred, I’m still not getting up.” 

Before her words had even subsided, she found herself lifted up.