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
His eyes darkened in a split instant. To think that this woman was not caring for her children at home but was all dressed up and dancing with another man out in public! Tara appeared next to him and was visibly shocked by the sight of the two dancers on the dance floor. She could not believe her eyes when she recognized Tristan and Sylvia. When she saw Sylvia’s spectacular outfit, she took a deep breath to curb her resentment. She looked at Odell again. He wore a stoic expression, showing disdain for Sylvia the way he usually did. However, there was also a visible mix of awe and surprise in his eyes as he was captivated by Sylvia’s appearance. Tara cursed the existence of the wretched woman that was Sylvia. Then, she composed herself and said to Odell, “Wow, I wasn’t expecting Tristan and Sylvia to be here. They seem like a good match." Odell pursed his lips and scoffed with a sour look. At last, the music was nearing its end. The first dance presented by Syl
After some brief consideration, she started heading toward the section where the food was laid out. Tristan trailed after her closely. Sylvia turned to him and said, “Don’t worry about me, Tristan. Go ahead and have fun.” Tristan smiled back at her. "I happen to be a little hungry too." With that, he went to get some food for himself. Sylvia pursed her lips and stayed quiet. Shortly after they began eating, some people came up to them to mingle with them. Some of them were eager to talk business with Tristan while others took more interest in Sylvia. They were deeply impressed by Sylvia’s woodcarving art pieces and began discussing their artistic philosophy with her. In turn, she engaged in conversation with them. The ball had come to a successful end. Sylvia and Tristan followed the crowd towards the parking lot. Coincidentally, they arrived at the parking lot at the same time as Odell and Tara who were being escorted by the hosts. They bumped into each o
With how fast Tristan was driving, it did not take long for them to arrive at the Old District. Sylvia turned to him, “Just drop me off at the junction near my house.” It was only a short distance from the Carters' residence, so she planned to walk there after she got out of the car. Tristan gave her a look and answered, “Alright.” Shortly after that, they stopped at the said junction. Sylvia got out of the car and thanked him, "Tristan, thank you for sending me home.” Tristan smiled and answered, "You're welcome. Now hurry up and go to your children.” Sylvia turned around and made for the Carters'. After crossing two more intersections, she arrived at the entrance of their family house. The gate in front was closed. Sylvia stepped forward and raised her hand to ring the doorbell. “Hmm? Weren’t you going out on a date with him?" A deep, sardonic voice came from behind her out of nowhere. Sylvia was startled and quickly turned around. It was Odell hid
A broken toy? For a split second, Sylvia felt her body convulsing, prickled by numerous sharp thorns that penetrated her skin. Almost by instinct, she raised a hand and delivered a slap across Odell’s handsome face. Smack! A clear, crisp smack cut through the air. Sylvia felt her palm trembling. Her anger was what kept her going as she roared with a vengeance, "Odell, you’re the broken toy!” As soon as she said this, she felt something gripping her neck. It was Odell who grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall behind her. His face was terrible and dark. “You hit me? How dare you hit me?” He stared at her murderously as if he wanted to drill holes into her body with his gaze. The look in Sylvia’s eyes shifted, then she braced herself and howled again, "You were the one who started it!” Odell tightened his grip in anger. Sylvia was suffocating and desperately opened her mouth to draw in large mouthfuls of air. Underneath the light, her luscious l