”Okay then.” Isabel decided to not hold it against Flint since he was still a toddler. After a while, Isabel pouted again and groaned, “Ugh, when will Mommy remember us? What if she never remembers us? She seems so dumb now.” “I don’t know." Beneath the glow of the moonlight, a dark, somber look came over their faces. After a while, Isabel suddenly proposed, “Why don't we sleep with mommy too?" "No, we're already six years old, we can’t keep sticking to Mom all the time.” Isabel pouted, “Okay.” After staring at Sylvia for a while longer, they went out. After that came a tall figure. He flicked on the bedside lamp that Isabel had just turned off and sat on the edge of the bed. He silently gazed at Sylvia's sleeping face with his deep, dark eyes. He could not resist the urge to reach his hand out and caress Sylvia’s cheeks. Sylvia was sleeping soundly and did not feel his touch. With a gentle look in his eyes, Odell recalled what had happened that after
So that’s what it was, Sylvia thought. She immediately kissed Isabel and Liam’s cheeks respectively. Both of the children returned the favor and planted a kiss on her cheeks as well. Their bodies had a sweet scent that Sylvia could smell when they came in close for the kiss. The texture of their lips were soft to touch. Sylvia felt an indescribable sense of joy welling inside of her when they kissed her. She smiled as she had never smiled before, and that was when a tall figure suddenly approached from behind. The man was wearing a black tailored suit and stood tall like a giant over the children. It was impossible to not notice him. When Sylvia looked at him, she saw his dark eyes sweeping over her with a tender and affectionate look within them. She felt her cheeks glowing red hot as she greeted him shyly, "Good morning." With a subtle smile on his face, he said, "Good morning." "Do you have any plans for today?" He asked. She blurted out, “I don’t think
It did not take long for Sylvia to get sleepy as well. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, her phone suddenly rang. A message from Sherry popped up on the display: “Sylvia, help!” Sylvia sprang to attention immediately. She texted back: “What’s going on? Where are you now?” Sherry replied: “I’m in Glanchester.” Glanchester? The popular tourist destination next to Westchester City? Sylvia asked frantically: “Which part of Glanchester? What happened? Are you ok?” After that, radio silence again. Sylvia immediately called her only to find out the number was unavailable. The phone was turned off! Sylvia could not sit still after that. She paced around frantically and tried to call Sherry again to no avail. She flipped through her contact list again. There was not a single person she remembered that could be of any help to her. The only person who could help her was Odell. After troubling over the idea for several seconds, she bit the bullet and call
There were no pictures of John online. There was not much information either and all Sylvia could find were brief details. For instance, there were details about him getting banished from the Stockton family around six years ago, for reasons unknown. What happened to him after that was a complete mystery, up until two years ago when he suddenly re-emerged as the wealthiest plutocrat in Glanchester. He had single-handedly built up the tourism and entertainment industry in Glanchester and made the city a leader in these sectors. Shortly after that, the Stockton family, who had been on a steady decline since his departure, decided to relocate from Westchester City to Glanchester. John was accepted back into the family and revived them to their previous glory and more. They were now the icon of Glanchester. There was a particular remark that caught Sylvia’s attention which wrote: Benevolent and ruthless beyond imagination. She wrinkled her brows upon noting this. These two t
Sylvia took two steps forward and stopped in front of Odell. He cupped her face in one hand and gently brushed her cheeks with his fingers. The warmth on his fingertips seemed to transfer over. He asked in a cautious voice, "Are you still worried about Sherry?" Sylvia froze, partly because she was afraid of upsetting him by drawing away, but also because she was stunned by how he seemed to read what was on her mind. “Yeah, I'm quite worried about her,” she answered him truthfully. He informed, "I asked around. She’s doing fairly well apart from the fact that she’s not allowed to leave the villa.” “Is John hard on her?” “That’s private. I don’t know much about that.” Sylvia frowned. Noticing this, Odell informed, “He still has feelings for her and won’t do anything terrible to her.” "Really?" “Yes.” "But Aunt Tonya mentioned that back then when there was a misunderstanding between us. You also…” Sylvia quickly zipped her lips when she realized that she w
Cliff was still perplexed. Even though the project was not a minor one, it was not impotent enough to warrant an in-person survey from the leader of Carter Corporation. It would have made more sense to send someone over to dig up the details. Still, Odell must have his reasons for wanting to do it himself. Cliff knew his place and did not pester him with more questions. "Okay, I'll let them know first thing tomorrow morning." After hanging up, Odell put the phone beside the bed and looked out the window gloomily. If his suspicions were correct, the reason Sylvia tossed and turned in bed and had trouble falling asleep was that she was worried about Sherry. He knew that John would welcome him in person when he visited Glanchester. It would be a good chance for him to talk to him about Sherry and gauge how he felt toward Sherry. This was the least he could do to put Sylvia at rest. ... A day later, in the evening. Sylvia was on her phone and was just about to buy a tr
Odell was ready for the trip as well. His suitcase was right next to the couch. Sylvia put her suitcase next to his and greeted him with a bright smile, “Good morning.” Odell turned to her and muttered, "Morning." Then, he put down the newspaper and rose from his couch to approach her. He rested a large palm on her head and beckoned, "Come on, let’s eat breakfast.” Sylvia went to the dining table with him. The thought that she would be heading to Glanchester to look for Sherry filled her with anticipation. She ate as fast as she could and pushed the plate away as soon as she had eaten enough. Odell glanced at her. "Are you full?" "Yeah." Noticing that Odell was about to set his spoon and fork down, she quickly stated, “Take your time if you’re not full yet. Don’t worry about me.” "I'm full, too." He wiped his hands and his lips with a towel, then got up. “Come on, let's go now." He held out a hand toward her. She hesitated briefly before placing her hand o
Odell considered briefly. “Whatever is the specialty in Glanchester.” Sylvia was not a picky eater anyway, so she could stomach any food that tasted good. She had more than enough of her favorite food back in Westchester City. Since they were in Glanchester, they should try whatever the local specialty was. Peter nodded. Then he turned and gave instructions to the others who came with him. Meanwhile, Sylvia had been rabidly taking pictures. It was only after she finally took some pictures that she was satisfied with when she finally felt several pairs of eyes on her. There was Odell and Cliff, along with several men in suits. They were probably the ones Odell was meeting up with to discuss business. She immediately put away her phone and trotted back to Odell. She whispered cautiously, "I'm sorry, am I taking up your time?” Odell brushed the hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Then he took her hand and answered her, "No." “Mrs. Carter, good t