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. 

Sylvia went to the toilet and

I texted her, but she doesn’t even reply to any of my messages. Is it true that she broke up

sigh, “I heard that it’s true. Sylvia already remarried Odell, and since the romance has been reignited, Tara must have broken up with him. I bet she’s suffering a lot

now.” 

think so. She doesn’t even want to talk to us. What makes you think she

after. The last time she saw Tara was at the

and Odell not even laying a finger on her, even if Tara still

down on her newly bought cashmere couch in her branded silk

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

her, why would he arrange a bodyguard to follow her around? Even if she was out shopping, the bodyguard would follow

floor, the servant came in and said respectfully, “Ms. Avery, there’s a middle-aged woman at the door looking for you. She

up

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

brow at her and then said to the servant, “You can go out now. Don’t come

servant nodded

away from this place.” Melanie glared at her daughter