Chapter 239 

Sylvia was stunned for a moment. 

Then, she turned to go out, only to find a man standing by the door: He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her coldly. Sylvia shrunk under his gaze and asked, “Where‘s Isabel and Liam?” “They went out with Grandma.” Her throat choked with anger. “Then why did you say they were at home?” 

She headed outside as she spoke. 

Bam! 

The open door slammed shut by his hand. Sylvia suddenly stopped, looking at him in panic and confusion. Odell stood where he was, leaning lazily against the wall. However, his expression was frigid. He looked at her and asked, “Why didn‘t you come to see the children for the past few nights?” 

Sylvia‘s eyes flickered, and she said, “They went to see me during the day, so I don‘t have to come again at night.” She answered confidently. 

lips twitched. “Is that

those nights?” he moved his long legs and walked up to her as he spoke. His figure was very tall. He was much slimmer and thinner than Edmund, who blocked her at the intersection, but he gave off a stronger sense of oppression. It was like

backed up until her calves bumped against the edge of the children‘s bed. She could not go back any further and could only stop.

just catching up on a painting the past

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah.” 

 

left her mouth that her face was cupped in a large hand. ” He lowered his head and asked her up close, “What were you

painting.” “Of what?” “Scenery.” “What kind

“A landscape.” 

was speechless. When she did not say anything, Odell pinched her face and asked, “Why aren‘t you talking, hm?”

was cold and

obvious that he knew she

deep breath, at the end of her patience. “What does it matter to you what I draw? What does it matter that

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