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. 

to the toilet and accidentally overheard Ariane and Renna’s conversation.

reply to any of my messages. Is it true

Sylvia already remarried Odell, and since the romance has been reignited, Tara must

now.” 

want to talk to us. What makes you

gossip ended when the two of them left the toilet. Sylvia then came out shortly after. The last time she saw Tara was at the art academy where

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,

down on her newly bought cashmere couch in her branded silk pajamas. Her brows were tightly furrowed as she stared at the screen

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 single reply.

her, 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 she could use to accuse or frame

when she was about to smash her phone on the floor, the servant came in and said respectfully, “Ms. Avery, there’s a middle-aged woman at the door looking for you. She said she knows you and

expression changed. She bolted up and

in. She twisted her robust waist as she walked around and sized up the room

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

nodded and left.

I thought I told you to stay away from this place.” Melanie glared at her daughter with a stern gaze. “If I continue