Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 968 

Half an hour later, Sylvia arrived at a pedestrian street near the Art Academy 

The street architecture and installations exuded a vintage and scholarly feel. Various stores were interspersed with the galleries and several small art stores, among which were two sculpting studios. 

Sylvia went in for a stroll. 

Some of the carvings were not very skillful, but they had a distinct design. Sylvia bought two trinkets to carry in her hand and then continued to stroll inside. 

Unknowingly, she reached the end of the street and entered an open painting exhibition. 

In front of her was a moderately–sized square filled with paintings of all kinds. 

Sylvia was confused for a moment, but her steps did not stop as she walked toward the paintings. 

Some of the paintings were mature, some were childish, some were introspective , and some were cheerful and with a lot of personalities. It did not seem like they were the work of students of the Art Academy. Instead, they looked like they were painted by a professional. 

Sylvia did not think much about it. She drank the lemonade she had just bought and weaved in and out of the aisles to admire 

the painting. 

turned the corner at the end of the row, she saw a young woman heading in her direction. The woman wore a white A–line skirt and had long hair. Her makeup

looked at her, the woman seemed to be staring at Sylvia as well. The woman‘s gaze was cold and haughty, as if she wanted to smile but could not bring herself to do so. In short, her expression was

her, but there was no one

looking at me? But I don‘t know her.‘

looked over toward her

her eyes straight forward. It was obvious that she was going to walk

then.’ Sylvia did not think much about it and turned around to continue looking at a painting beside

to walk over, instantly turned ashen. Then, she coldly snorted and walked

admired painting after painting and did not leave a single

it did not catch her eye, she would just glance past it. She did not stop until

that moment, she also came to the end of the exhibition, where a group of people with work tags on

threw the cup of lemonade into the trash can next to her and was about to turn

in the crowd suddenly

all of them stopped their discussion and

with a beard and hair that went past his ears. He looked very scholarly and somewhat unapproachable, but he was looking at her with a glowing gaze. It was clear that he knew her.