Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 1561 - Bab 1570

Caprice was holding a toy plushie while dozing off on the couch. She tried her best to fight the sleepiness but was losing as time passed. “Caprice…” Sherry called the girl as she strode over. Caprice was awoken by her voice and her eyes widened immediately. She answered with a sleepy voice, “Mommy…” Sherry carried the girl into her arms and kissed her on her chubby cheeks. “Caprice, Mommy missed you.” The little girl widened her grin when being showered with kisses. “Do you miss Mommy?” she asked. “Oh, yes.” Caprice’s eyes felt extremely heavy after the brief excitement, and she looked like she would pass out any moment. She grumbled, “But I want to sleep too.” Sherry smiled. “Okay. Mommy will take you to bed.” She then carried the girl into the mini lounge. She helped the girl to remove her jacket and shoes before putting her on the bed. Caprice clung onto her clothes and said, “Mommy sleep too.” The girl wanted her mother to sleep with her. Sherry smiled. “Okay,

When Sherry entered the room, some of them were already singing and some were playing games. The table was filled with alcoholic beverages and snacks. Tristan smiled at her when she came in. “Sherry, do you want to sing or play?” Sherry smiled awkwardly. “I have something to do. You guys enjoy.” Tristan nodded and continued playing games while the others continued singing. Sherry grabbed a bottle of bear and sat in the corner. She simply did not have the mood to play. Carl’s request for her return flooded her mind. She originally planned to escape back to Coastrock with Caprice after the deal with the Stocktons was sealed, but now that she had gotten closer to Caprice, the man also treated her a lot better than before. There were times that it reminded her of nine years ago when they were still a loving couple. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she got. She chugged down an entire bottle of beer. Soon, she finished two bottles alone.Her subordinates no

John seemed very concerned. "What's the matter?” Sherry tightened her lips together but could not stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. John was stunned by this. He wondered if it was because of something he had done. "What's wrong, Sherry?" he asked again, staring at her worriedly. “Sniff…” Sherry sobbed and tried her best to contain her emotions. John stiffened. The last time he saw Sherry in such a state was ages ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten how vulnerable she could be at times. It was heart-wrenching to see her like this, to imagine what she was going through. He wondered how to handle this. Then, he gently pulled her into his arms and patted her back gently. “It’s alright, don’t cry.” Sherry suddenly felt an enormous amount of grief taking over her, and this made her bawl her eyes out. She suddenly cried out at the top of her voice, "Why did you do it? Why did you keep me imprisoned in your house and make me work like a slave? You made

Madam Stockton stepped into Julie’s bedroom but still could not see her anywhere. “Julie?” she called out. There was no response. She noticed the lights coming from inside the dressing room and carefully made her approach. When she stepped inside, she saw that the curtain was pried open, but there was nobody behind it. Concealed behind the curtain was a closed door. She was rather puzzled by the sight of the door. "Why is there a door here?" she muttered to herself. Then, she slowly approached the door and pressed her palms against its surface. … The night was cold. Julie and Mia hurried to the edge of the courtyard. There was a gap along this section of the wall which was meant to be an intentional architectural installation. The gap was wide enough to allow a child or a skinny adult to fit through. Just as Julie was about to squeeze through the gap, she suddenly recalled that she might have forgotten to close the curtains in her dressing room in her hurr

The glow of the morning sun wiped away the last traces of the night. It was bright and warm outside. The doors and windows were still shut tightly, preventing the light from seeping into the room. It was quiet and peaceful. Sherry was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the bedsheets were ruffled. In the middle of her sleep, she felt something on top of her. It seemed to radiate heat, and the sensation pulled her out of her deep slumber. She drowsily put her hand out and tried to slap it away but ended up smacking her palms on its surface which produced a bright smack. She had slapped somebody’s muscular chest. She finally woke up. John had already woken up and was lying on his side with his chin propped against his palm as he stared silently at Sherry’s sleeping figure. He wore a very contented expression. It seemed like he was very pleased with last night’s experience. Sherry felt her cheeks reddening. She suddenly came to and yelled out loud, “How did I end up h