Sylvia choked on her breath and asked, "Tell me what I did wrong first."Odell gave her a side glance. "In the essay, remember to explain to me clearly why you concealed your identity as Sunflower from me."Sylvia was flabbergasted.'It's because I didn't tell him I was Sunflower?'She protested, "You never asked me.""Just because I didn't ask you, it doesn't mean you can hide it."Sylvia was puzzled. "Why not? Who are you to me? Why do I have to tell you about this?"The reason why she did not want to say anything was that she wanted to live in peace and quiet.However, the moment she said that, Odell's expression darkened.Sylvia felt the temperature around her plummet. She shrunk and looked at him in confusion. She did not scold him and was just telling the truth.Why was he suddenly upset?He looked at her coldly.After a while, he said, "It's true that you're no one to me, but you're Isabel and Liam's mother. Because you hid it from me, you indirectly made me misunder
She simply said, "Fine, it was because I couldn't hold back. Why don't you spit at me in return?"Odell scoffed in disgust. "Do you think I'm as vulgar as you?""Then, you can just continue being angry."Odell was speechless. His throat choked up, and his gaze clouded. His hand cupping her chin also could not help but increase in strength.She frowned in pain and immediately pried his hand away. "Let go."He refused.Sylvia felt like her jaw was about to be crushed by him. She could not help but raise her face toward him again. "If you're angry, then spit at me. You can spit as much as you want. I won't say that you're vulgar."'Just stop pinching my chin!'Her little face was bright with a natural blush. When she raised her head, her eyes were narrowed, and her red lips were pursed. She put on a brave look as if saying, 'Hurry up and spit. I can take it no matter how much you spit at me.'Odell's eyes were cold. Then, in an instant, he bowed his head toward her.The next sec
Sylvia was so embarrassed that her face turned red.Odell curled her lips, a pleasant smile in his eyes.Sylvia suddenly grew angrier. She raised her hand to wipe her mouth again.Odell asked in a low voice, "Do you want to be kissed by me again?"Her action froze, and she immediately put her hand back. When he saw her like this, the corners of his mouth curled up again.Sylvia could not help but glare at him.'Did he get tired of Tara after being with her for so long? Or is he doing this to deliberately get back at me? No matter what it is, nothing is more important than Isabel and Liam.'Now that he was pleased, she said to him, "I want to see Isabel and Liam."Odell leaned on the desk in front of her, folded his arms, and looked at her. "Write a 10,000-word reflective essay, and I'll let you see them."Sylvia said coldly, "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't write it.""Then, you won't see them."Sylvia wanted to explode for a moment. There was no way she would write a re
Sylvia moved forward.She had slept very late last night and was a little tired now. She moved to his desk, placed the turtle aside, and fell asleep on the table.After an unknown amount of time, the office door was finally pushed open.When Odell strode in, he saw a few rays of sunlight streaming in through the curtains and falling on the figure of her sleeping form.He paused for a moment before coming in.Silently, he sat back in the chair behind the desk.Sylvia sat opposite him, lying on his desk. Her sleeping face faced him. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her appearance when she was asleep was obviously cuter and more pleasing than when she was awake.A while later, a wooden turtle at the corner of the table behind her head came into his sight.He took it in his hand and caressed it a few times.Her carving skills were indeed very good. The simple lines were well defined, and its small eyes were very round. It looked quite adorable. He could not help but flip it over
Odell continued to eat, moving gracefully and slowly. At the rate he was eating, he would only finish the meal at night.Sylvia really wanted to grab some of the food.However, she also had her dignity.After a moment of depression, she first sent a message to Tom, asking him to pick up Aunt Tonya, and ordered him to get takeaway for herself.The Elysian House's take-out only served super VIP customers, so Sylvia naturally could not order it. Thus, she ordered an extra-large serving of stew from another restaurant.The stew was made quickly and delivered less than half an hour after she placed the order. She wrote the consignee's name as Odell.Thus, when the meal arrived, the receptionist had it brought up directly."Master Carter, the stew you ordered has arrived." The staff pushed open the door.Odell was stunned.Sylvia quickly said, "It's mine. Thanks for bringing it up for me."The staff froze but still gave the meal to Sylvia, and then swiftly retreated.Sylvia immedi
The washroom was large and spacious. It was very luxurious.After relieving herself, Sylvia washed her hands, wiped her face, and came out.Someone had clearly come to clean up. Odell's work desk was restored to its previously clean and tidy state. The half pot of stew she had left and the food he did not finish were also gone.Even the air had become much fresher.Odell was reading a book.Sylvia went to his desk again. She looked at the table and asked suspiciously, "Where's the little turtle I carved?"Odell gave her a cold look. "I threw it away."'Whatever. I just carved it for fun, anyway.'Sylvia reached into her bag and quickly found another small square piece of wood.Then, she took out the carving knife again and carved it.Scratch, scratch.The orderly sound of carving immediately resounded in the air again.Odell's expression darkened as he furrowed deeply. His eyes stared sharply at her.Sylvia quickly noticed his gaze.However, she pretended not to see his a
Tara arrived at Carter Tower before 5 p.m.She wore a new sexy and form-fitting red dress with a plush shawl, and her hair was specially styled at a beauty salon. She was dressed exquisitely.However, she could not hide the panic on her face.Odell did not send her a message since he went back last night. Although he seldom took the initiative to find her, she could clearly feel that he did not want to talk to her. Even during the call at noon, his voice had been very cold.Tara paced back and forth anxiously. When she saw Odell coming out of the building, she immediately jogged toward him."Odell!" She ran to his side and took his arm intimately.Odell gave her an indifferent look and took her to the car.The car soon arrived at a restaurant where they went into a quiet room.Tara sat beside him.When the food was brought up, she tenderly served him food.He frowned. "There's no need. I have my own hands."She obediently withdrew her hand.The room fell silent.Odell ate
In order to prevent his stepmother from finding out that his weakness was Tara, he had to maintain a good relationship with Sylvia as husband and wife. He could only hide the fact that Tara was his girlfriend, and they even had to pretend to be unfamiliar when they met.He knew that she suffered a lot in those years.In an instant, his expression eased up. He raised his hands to wrap around her and said, "I won't let you suffer like that again."Tara was secretly relieved when she saw his expression, but she continued to sob. "I know, but I'm just scared. I think that Sylvia has changed a lot. I'm really afraid that she'll steal you away."Odell pursed his lips.That woman had indeed gained a lot of skills, but...He thought of the turtle she carved, and he thought of her figure leaving without looking back after he said that she could see the children. His eyes darkened slightly.He said, "Don't worry, she doesn't have those thoughts about me anymore.""Really?""Yeah."Tara
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t