Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 359

Odell was the one who left for his business trip, but Sylvia felt like the house was empty. At night, after she accompanied her kids to bed, she went back to the master bedroom and slept alone there.

She had already told Isabel and Liam that she could no longer sleep with them at night, or else they would only cultivate a bad habit.

Two days went by in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon, Sylvia headed to the art association office to conclude the unfinished meeting from the other day.

She had originally refused to attend, but Christopher had called her twice and texted her a bunch of messages, asking her to judge the Westchester Art Competition which was hosted specifically for the students.

Sylvia eventually agreed, hence her attendance.

The atmosphere of the meeting was a lot better than last time. Other than Ariane and Renna who intentionally avoided her, the others were rather friendly and even greeted her with a smile. Some of them even took the initiative to apologize to her about the previous meeting.

The meeting progressed smoothly.

toilet and accidentally overheard Ariane and Renna’s

“Ariane, have you contacted Tara anyhow? I texted her, but she doesn’t even reply to any of my messages. Is it true that she broke up with

a sigh, “I heard that it’s true. Sylvia already remarried Odell, and since the romance has been reignited, Tara

now.”

should visit?” “I don’t think so. She doesn’t even want to talk to us. What

at the art academy

wondered if Tara still harbored feelings for Odell. However, judging from Tara’s outfit from that night and Odell not even laying a finger on her, even if Tara still had feelings for him, Odell would not be romantically related to her anymore. With

branded silk pajamas. Her brows were tightly furrowed as she stared at the screen

had blacklisted her number. No matter how many times she tried, it just could not get through. Fortunately, Odell did not block her on WhatsApp, so she could still text him. However, despite texting him more than a hundred times since that day, she did not even get a

why would he arrange a bodyguard to follow her around? Even if she was out shopping, the bodyguard would follow her, robbing her of any chances that

said respectfully, “Ms. Avery, there’s a middle-aged woman at the door looking for you.

She bolted up

a woman with curly hair, heavy makeup, and a crimson red dress came in. She twisted her robust waist as she walked around and sized

servant, “You can go out now. Don’t come in if I don’t

nodded and

woman. “Mom, what brings you here? I thought I told you to stay away from this