Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 165 Sylvia moved forward. She had slept very late last night and was a little tired now. She moved to his desk, placed the turtle aside, and fell asleep on the table. 

After an unknown amount of time, the office door was finally pushed open. 

When Odell strode in, he saw a few rays of sunlight streaming in through the curtains and falling on the figure of her sleeping form. 

He paused for a moment before coming in. 

Silently, he sat back in the chair behind the desk. Sylvia sat opposite him, lying on his desk. Her sleeping face faced him. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her appearance when she was asleep was obviously cuter and more pleasing than when she was awake. A while later, a wooden turtle at the corner of the table behind her head came into his sight. He took it in his hand and caressed it a few times. Her carving skills were indeed very good. The simple lines were well defined, and its small eyes were very round. It looked quite adorable. He could not help but flip it over and look at its four legs and underside. Then, he saw two words engraved on the underbelly: Odell Carter. Odell‘s hand froze, and the curl of his mouth turned cold instantly. 

This woman actually called him a turtle! Just then, Cliff‘s voice came from outside. “Master Carter, it‘s time for lunch. Would you like to eat now?” 

Odell looked at Sylvia, who was still fast asleep, and narrowed his eyes. He said, “Bring it in.” Cliff brought in a big bento box with exquisite packaging. He was surprised to see Sylvia sleeping on Odell‘s desk. Then, he took the lunch box to the small table nearby where Odell usually rested and dined. Odell glanced at him. “Put it here.” 

Cliff was stunned before placing the lunch box on his work desk. “Go out.” 

“Yes, sir.” Cliff went out. 

Odell unfastened the lunch box, arranged the smaller compartments in front of him neatly, and opened them in turn. 

was takeout from the Elysian House, so the smell of the food went without saying. When the containers were opened, the fragrance

165 Sylvia moved forward. She had slept very late last night and was a little tired now. She moved to his desk, placed the turtle aside, and

the office

few rays of sunlight streaming in through the curtains and falling on the

moment before coming

sat back in the

red, and her appearance when

later, a wooden turtle at the corner of the table behind her head

it in his hand and caressed

small eyes were very round. It looked quite adorable. He could not help but flip it over and look at its four legs and underside. Then, he saw two words engraved on the underbelly: Odell Carter. Odell’s hand froze, and the curl of his mouth turned cold instantly.

actually called

Carter, it‘s time for lunch. Would you like to eat

asleep, and narrowed his eyes. He said, “Bring it in.”

the small table nearby where Odell usually rested and dined. Odell glanced at

“Go out.” 

sir.” Cliff