Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 1092 Sylvia wanted to urge him to call Skylar but when he started drinking, she paused and swallowed her words back.
Flint, the naughty boy, swung his hands around and knocked the glass in his father’s hand.
Odell’s hand slipped and the glass of water spilled over his pants.
The baby chuckled happily after creating a mess. Odell looked at the baby. He immediately lifted Flint to save him from the water.
Sylvia immediately carried Flint away.
Odell got up. “I’ll go clean up.”
“Okay.”
Sylvia felt it inappropriate to urge him to call Skylar now. She watched him go up the stairs and planned to talk to him after he cleaned himself up.
However, the man took all the time he got and only came down in fresh new clothes after dinner was served.
Madam Carter came out of her room.

Sylvia did not want to talk about her memory loss in front
of Madam Carter to avoid worrying her, so she was forced to put the topic aside again.
After dinner, Isabel played with Flint in the living room, while Liam toyed with his little gadget.
Madam Carter watched her great-grandchildren play for a while before she went back to bed.
Sylvia sat beside Odell, wanting to talk to him about recovering her memories.
However, Odell called Cliff all of a sudden. “Cliff, send me the meeting details from this afternoon.”
He then looked at Sylvia with slight nervousness. “I might have missed something important during the meeting in the afternoon. Stay with the kids. I have to go to the study room for a while.”
Sylvia pursed her lips and watched him go up.
Two hours later, Flint was put to sleep in between Isabel and Liam, who were already snoring in bed.
Sylvia pulled the sheets over them and went out. She walked to Odell’s study room, but the door was shut.
She knocked. “Odell, are you done?”
The man’s charming voice sounded. “I still have something to do. You go rest, don’t wait for me.”
Sylvia frowned. “Why don’t you give me Skylar’s contact? I’ll contact her myself.”
A few seconds later, Odell answered, “You’re not familiar with her. I’ll contact her for you. Don’t worry, I’ll call her after I’m done with work.”
Sylvia frowned and wore annoyance on her face.
She had been waiting for him to contact Skylar for the whole day now, yet he did not do it. How could she remain calm after all the waiting?
Calling or texting Skylar would only take a minute or two, at most five.
Could the man refuse to contact Skylar for her?