Odell went back into the room after the phone call. Tara was eavesdropping behind the curtain, and when she noticed that the call had ended, she quickly jumped back into bed. Odell returned to his seat beside the beat. She maintained her feeble look and asked, “Odell, are you busy with something else?” “Nothing in particular.” Tara recalled him mentioning the kids on the phone. She had another glance at the paint on his face and then whispered her question, “Odell, were you with Isabel and Liam the whole day today?” Odell simply hummed a reply. Indeed, he had been with the kids but just not at home. In order to avoid any misunderstanding, he did not tell her that he was with Sylvia together with the kids. Tara looked anxious. She believed he must have spent time with Sylvia together with the kids, or else he would not have asked if Sylvia was still at the Carters’. She clutched her fists and said with a smile, “Odell, why don’t you bring the kids out next week and we can
Odell suddenly said, "No way. ” Sylvia’s expression changed. Madam Carter was shocked by this decision as well. She asked with a tone of discontent, “Odell, Sylvia is their mother. Why can’t she take them out to play?” “I’ll take them out tomorrow,” Odell answered her crossly. Madam Carter twitched and pressed further, “Wouldn’t it work if both you and Sylvia took them out to play then?” Sylvia pursed her lips. Odell shot a glance at Sylvia. “We’ve been divorced for some time, so it’s inappropriate for us to go out together. This troubled Madam Carter. “Both of you are the children’s parents. What’s so weird about that?” Odell finally admitted, “I’ve already told Tara that we’re bringing the kids out to play tomorrow.” Madam Carter’s expression harshened and she scoffed unhappily. Sylvia also furrowed her eyebrows. It was not so much that she could not tolerate the idea of her children spending time with Tara, but she was just rubbed off by how calculative T
Sylvia hurriedly stopped them. Doing so was only going to further upset Odell even more and push him to the point of no return. She consoled them patiently, "Isabel, Liam, Mommy will take you out to play the day after tomorrow." "But I don't like the ugly lady," Isabel protested. "I don't like her either," Liam said with a look of disdain. Sylvia did not want them to be with Tara either. Still, there was nothing she could do that would change Odell’s mind. After some consideration, she said, "Be patient. If she tries to bully you two, call me immediately.” Isabel pouted and answered reluctantly, "Okay." Liam was silent. Sylvia stayed with them a while longer and only left after she managed to convince them to eat dinner. After she went home, she sent a text to Tristan. She told him that she would go to the ball with him tomorrow evening. Tristan replied with a smiling emoji followed by, “Okay, do you need an evening dress? I'll have someone deliver one to yo
Tara immediately fell into his arms and cried, "Thank you, Odell. I will do my best to get them to open up to me.” “Hmm.” Odell glanced in the direction of the adults-only designated area. “Let's head over there and get some rest.” "Okay." Tara broke into a crooked smile when he was not looking. Even Sylvia did not stand a chance against her. These two brats were not going to get the better of her. ...... Meanwhile, in the Old District where Sylvia resided. "Achoo!” Sylvia, who was painting in the yard, suddenly sneezed Aunt Tonya asked her, “Sylvia, did you catch a cold?" "Aunt Tonya, I'm fine." Sylvia was thrown off by the sudden sneeze. She had been sitting in the sun the entire time to the point where her palms were sweating. There was no chance of her catching a cold like this. Was someone speaking ill of her behind her back? Sylvia picked up her phone. Liam had messaged her a few minutes ago. He sent several pictures of him and his sister playi
Liam stepped up to shield Isabel with his body. He answered Odell, “She brought us something to drink. Isabel was not expecting it to be so hot and accidentally lost her grip and dropped the cup on the floor, spilling the juice inside everywhere.” He transparently explained everything. Isabel backed her brother up. “He’s telling the truth.” Tara took a deep breath. Her eyes were turning red as she endured the pain and turned to Odell, "Odell, don't be angry. I don’t think Isabel didn't do it on purpose. She probably dropped it because it was too hot for her to hold.” Odell’s expression darkened. Perhaps it would have been better if she had said nothing at all. "This cup comes with an insulated cover. How is it that she got herself burned?" He glared at Isabel angrily again. “Isabel, tell me the truth. Did you do it on purpose?" Isabel looked at him in utter disbelief. Of course, it was intentional. The ugly lady intentionally explained things in a way that would mi
Tara seemed very moved by the gesture. Odell urged her on, "Don't wait. Hurry up and go to the hospital.” "Okay." Tara got into a car driven by one of the staff. At the same time, Odell carried Isabel in his arms and led Liam to the exit. Tara, who was going in the other direction, suddenly snapped around to glance at them. There was still a tint of disdain in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by general jubilation. Although she failed to drive a wedge between Odell and Isabel this time, she reaped some unexpected fruits as well. There was not a soul in the city who did not know who Odell was. The problem was he was never fond of these social events and banquets. No matter how much she pleaded with him in the past, he always refused to humor her. But today, he was the one who volunteered to go with her. Most of the participants at the ball were the bigwigs of the art industry of the city. Although she had also made a name for herself, she was still nothing compa
In the evening, upon seeing that it was almost time, Sylvia got dressed and was prepared to go to the ball. Unexpectedly, Tristan turned up at her doorstep to pick her up. Sylvia had just walked out of the door when she saw him. He was leaning suavely against his car in a slim-fit suit. Sylvia was taken aback by the sight of him. Tristan was also similarly startled when he noticed her outfit. Although she was dressed a little more refined than usual, she was still rather underdressed for the occasion. He quickly wiped the look off his face and asked, “Hey, Sylvia, are you ready?" Sylvia replied, “Yeap.” "Then, let's go." Since he had taken the time to drive here, Sylvia was not going to turn him away, so she got into his car. They drove to the venue of the ball, but not before stopping outside a private designer boutique. Sylvia was perplexed. "Tristan, what are you bringing me here for?" Tristan cast a look at her, sizing her up and down. Then, he said
The crowd was very lively. Sylvia turned away and went outside. She did not want to be chosen to step onto the dance floor and intended to avoid the spotlight. Unexpectedly, Tristan trailed after her closely. He grabbed her and asked her, "Sylvia, where are you going?" She answered, "I'm looking for something to eat." He smiled coyly, seeming to sense that she was reluctant to get on the dance floor. “No need to rush. Let's see who gets chosen for the first dance.” Sylvia looked around them. They were relatively far from the dance floor now and should be outside the range of the spotlight, hence she nodded and stopped. Tristan gave her a deep look, and then glanced in the direction of the host. The host announced excitedly, “Let’s begin!” The spotlights swirled rapidly across the venue. After a few seconds, the spotlight suddenly landed at the edges of the crowd, shining atop where Sylvia and Tristan stood. Everyone present followed the line of the spotlig