At Sylvia’s emotionless reaction, Odell grew even angrier. He tried his best to suppress his rage and asked coldly, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia replied, “Loud and clear.” Her answer was instantaneous but there was still no emotion on her face. Odell's expression grew dark and he felt as if the raging fire in his body could burn the whole house down. He asked, “Sylvia Ross, have I not been kind to you?” Sylvia did not answer nor did she show any emotion. Odell released her chin and turned around to flip her desk to the floor. Crash! Everything on the desk, from her wood blocks and carving tools to the finished carvings, fell to the floor. The two new carvings she had made for Isabel and Liam were also completely crushed by the table. Sylvia was shocked and began bending forward to pick up her things. Just as she did so, Odell’s hand gripped her shoulder. His hand pressed down into her shoulder, not at all wanting to give her the chance to pick up her things. She
Odell ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket. Then, he looked at Sylvia. At this moment, Sylvia was on the floor picking up her wood carvings. The desk was still flipped over so Sylvia tried to lift it up with one hand while she tried to grab the wooden crown with the other. However, as the desk was heavy, she could not hold it up for long. It crashed back down and landed on her hand with a thud. Sylvia flinched in pain and quickly pulled her hand away. Odell rushed to kneel by her side and moved to take her injured hand so that he could have a look. As soon as he touched Sylvia, she withdrew her hand away from him. Odell furrowed his eyebrows. “Let me see your hand.” “I don’t need you to care,” Sylvia spat before continuing to pick her things up from the floor. There was a red mark running across the back of her hand from the impact. However, it seemed normal so it was probably nothing to worry about. Odell took one last look at Sylvia before stand
Sylvia suddenly noticed that the light in her bedroom had been turned on and her curtains were closed. She quickly turned the light off before opening the curtains. Bright sunlight poured into the room, illuminating Sylvia and her desk. She looked out the window to see the view and felt herself relax greatly. Then, she lowered her head and continued with her carving. Her desk had been placed directly in front of a window so she could see into the courtyard downstairs merely by lifting her head. Soon, a slender figure that had entered the courtyard through the living room caught her attention through the corner of her eye. She quickly lifted her head to look. The man was wearing a loose gray shirt and long pants. His figure was slender and lean, and he walked with a graceful air about him. His appearance was like a prince of a romance novel, only that he seemed to emanate a melancholic aura.Perhaps because he felt Sylvia’s eyes on him, he suddenly stopped and lifte
A while later, Violet came in. She picked up the wood block and looked at Sylvia with a concerned look. “Madam, what happened with Master Carter?” Sylvia did not want to vent her anger on the poor girl. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m fine. Just leave.” Violet stood still and stared at her in hesitation. Sylvia noticed the stare. She asked, “Is there anything else?” Violet had a glance at the desk in front of her and said, “Before Master Carter left, he ordered me to take away all your carving materials.” Sylvia choked on her anger. She clenched her teeth to swallow the grievance and then sat down on the couch beside the desk using her crutches. The desk was free for Violet to clean up. Violet wore an apologetic look and then took her carving tools plus the wood blocks away. Even the rose that Odell stomped was swept away. The room returned to silence. Sylvia was robbed of her hobby, so she simply sat in front of the ceiling-to-floor window and stared outsid
It had been an hour since the sparring started but the man showed no signs of stopping. Sweat rolled down the edge of his face and highlighted the contour of his pronounced features. It even wet his rigid collarbone and shirt. He nimbly dodged the coaches’ attack and landed a punch on each of their faces. While punching his opponent to the ground, his mind was replaying the scene of that bloody wooden rose. ‘That woman painted the wooden rose with her own blood?! Has she gotten out of her mind? Is she trying to kill herself just to make me mad?’ Suddenly, a powerful punch approached his face. Odell narrowed his deep eyes and countered with a jab. Bang! He punched a coach in the face and sent the man to the ground. As the fallen coach squealed in pain, the other coach faltered out of fear. Odell glared at the two of them. Due to their responsibility and the promised reward, the two coaches regained their composure and continued sparring with Odell. Outside the ri
Fortunately, the woman before his eyes was someone he knew. He suppressed his irritation and said, “Wait for me outside. I’ll come find you after I get changed.” Tara obediently hummed a reply. Odell got out of the ring and went to the changing room. After he had a quick shower, he changed into his own clothes and went out. Tara was waiting for him outside the changing room. She sat on the bench quietly and her slender figure screamed of elegance and softness. She curled her lips when she saw him. With a soft voice, she said, “Odell.” Odell immediately thought of the woman back home. The woman would either bite him, scold him, or even stare at him blankly as if she lost her soul. She even mutilated herself just to make him angry. If she was half as obedient and caring as Tara, he would not have gotten so angry that he stomped the wooden rose. He sat opposite Tara and the staff came serving him a glass of water. He had a sip from the glass. It was then his other
It was midnight at Carter residence. Sylvia had been drawing for the entire day inside her room. She barely had any inspiration on what to draw and her carving tools were confiscated, so other than sketching, she had nothing to do. She sat on the floor and scribbled whatever was in her mind. It was until the door opened and the man’s uniformed footsteps sounded. Sylvia frowned but did not look at him. She continued scribbling on the floor. Odell walked closer to her and asked, “What are you doing?” Sylvia chose to remain quiet. Odell approached her side and saw her scribbling a dark drawing. The entire drawing was dark, drawn only with different shades of black. The dark sky, the black forests, and the crows on the branches, the entire drawing screamed of depression. She was scribbling with charcoal, so her hands were also tainted black. Odell frowned and said in a heavy tone, “Stop drawing.” Sylvia ignored him and continued moving her charcoal across the canvas
However, her little push did not even budge Odell’s towering figure. Sylvia was forced to muster all the strength in her. Unfortunately, not only did she fail to move him, but due to her excessive exertion of strength, the crutches under her arm slipped off and she lost her balance. Odell caught her from falling and carried her in his arms. Sylvia froze for a moment before she started struggling. “Let go of me!” She struggled with all her strength. It was an obvious sign that she resisted his touch. Odell’s expression fell. He then strode to the bed and tossed her on it. Sylvia got up and wanted to get out of bed but Odell held her by the neck and pushed her back. He shot a frosty glare at her and said, “If you don’t do what I say, I’ll throw away all your drawing tools.” Sylvia was flustered. She glared at him for a few seconds before she lay down begrudgingly. She took a deep breath and no longer tried to resist him. Odell withdrew his hand when Sylvia finally c