All Chapters of Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Chapter 1041 - Chapter 1050

“Play with Flint over there. I’ll be right with you,” he let go of her as he said this. Sylvia pulled herself to her feet. Meanwhile, Flint was sitting on top of the table and facing them, staring at them curiously with those large eyes of his. He just saw them kiss! Sylvia's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she immediately took Flint into her arms. Odell had a satisfied grin on and watched as Sylvia sat on the couch with Flint in her arms. Only then was he finally willing to go back to his work. There were countless undecipherable words typed out on the computer. It was Flint’s handiwork. He patiently erased everything before going back to his original documents. The window of the study was open, allowing a cool breeze of air to pour in from the outside. The day may be tranquil but the study was not. It was filled with the constant thumping, tapping, and various noises produced by Flint rummaging around. Sylvia had done all she could to minimize the

Sylvia asked without thinking, "Odell, when did you get back?" Odell stared at her contemplatively. He flashed a brief smile and told her, “For quite some time.” He drew close to her as he said this. He brushed a small patch of paint off the tip of her nose and asked her, "Are you finished?" Sylvia nodded. "It's a great painting,” he complimented. Sylvia smiled with reservation. "It's alright.” It did turn out better than she was expecting, but it was still missing something she could not quite put her finger on. “No need to be humble, it's wonderful work.” As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted her head again. It was significantly better than the work she had put out during the event hosted by Master Springsteen the last time. It seemed to him that she was getting back to form. Sylvia whimpered, "I know that, but I’m not trying to be humble.” It was a great work of art and she knew it, but it did not change the fact that it lacked something to m

Before Odell could make his next move, Sylvia quickly hopped off the bed and went to the dressing area to get changed. Odell looked at her silently. In an instant, all the lust inside him was washed away. He glanced at Flint. Flint stopped snickering suddenly and looked at his father. His eyes widened into two large, reflective marbles. The pair of father and son stared at each other sometime before Odell went to pick him up. Flint began crying out, "Mommy, Mommy…” Odell's face darkened briefly. He walked out of the room with Flint in his arms, but Flint's cries only grew louder from that point on. Sylvia, who had just gotten changed, quickly stepped out of the dressing area. She stepped out just in time to catch a glimpse of Flint being carried out of the room by Odell, his feet wrangling frantically in the air as he repeatedly called for his mother. She felt a twitching sensation inside her chest when she witnessed this picture. “Here’s Mommy, here’s Mommy.

Sylvia instinctively mumbled ‘yes’ and quickly regretted it when she met the gaze in Odell’s eyes. Although he was also drenched in sweat, he still seemed rather energetic. It was a trap! She wondered if she would even have the strength to walk out of the shower if she agreed to go with him. “That’s alright. I'll go by myself." After that, she scurried out of bed and went to the bathroom. Odell lay on his side and watched her all the while, chuckling at her escape. Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang. It was a customized notification only triggered when receiving messages from a specific sender. He sat up and picked up the phone. It was a message from Skylar. “Master Carter, I got in touch with the clairvoyant at last. He told me that the reason I could not help Sylvia restore all her memories was that I was going too fast. My skills were not honed yet, and I was rushing things. He told me that I should perform the hypnosis a few more times and that

The formal purpose of the party was for Madam Stockton to get together and catch up, but the true intention was to match John with a suitable candidate. By all accounts, Sherry had no right to be there because Madam Stockton would never acknowledge her as John’s partner. John must have been out of his mind to make her attend. He even threatened that she would have to embroider twenty pieces of garments if she did not show up. A gust of cold wind blew in her direction and made her shudder. She shielded herself from the wind with one hand and lifted the wine glass with the other. At least, the wine was good. The young ladies she saw attending the party were all captivating and beautiful. All of them commanded the attention of the passersby. As beautiful as they were though, she realized that she had never seen any one of them. They must all hail from Glanchester. When the party began, Madam Stockton showed up with Queenie and Julie to help her bridge the communicatio