NovelOnlineChapter 434
It was midnight at Carter residence. Sylvia had been drawing for the entire day inside her room.
She barely had any inspiration on what to draw and her carving tools were confiscated, so other
than sketching, she had nothing to do.
She sat on the floor and scribbled whatever was in her mind.
It was until the door opened and the man’s uniformed footsteps sounded.
Sylvia frowned but did not look at him. She continued scribbling on the floor.
Odell walked closer to her and asked, “What are you doing?”
Sylvia chose to remain quiet.
Odell approached her side and saw her scribbling a dark drawing.
The entire drawing was dark, drawn only with different shades of black.
The dark sky, the black forests, and the crows on the branches, the entire drawing screamed of
depression.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was scribbling with charcoal, so her hands were also tainted black.
Odell frowned and said in a heavy tone, “Stop drawing.”
Sylvia ignored him and continued moving her charcoal across the canvas.
Odell’s expression turned frosty. He grabbed the canvas and tossed it away.
Sylvia immediately looked at him and it allowed Odell to finally have a clear look at her face.
Her petite face was dirty because of the charcoal. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and even
the edge of her mouth were all black and dirty.
In addition to her messy hair and clothes, she looked like an insane woman who had gotten fed
up with life.
A strong feeling choked Odell’s chest. He bellowed, “Who told you to make yourself like this?”
Sylvia furrowed her brows. Her gaze went blank as she stared at him as if she could not
understand his words.
Her countenance in addition to her dirty attire really made her look like a crazy woman.
Odell was even more frustrated at her blank response.
He wished he could toss her into the bathtub and cleanse her of not only her body but also her
thoughts.
Unfortunately, her left calf remained in a cast and he worried that strong methods might further
stimulate her in the wrong way. So he resolved by raising his voice, “Go get yourself clean
immediately or don’t ever think of drawing again.”
The frostiness on his face was terrifying.
Sylvia believed the man must have lost his mind. She clenched her teeth as she got on her feet
and limped toward the bathroom.
After she got in, she locked the door and looked into the mirror.
Her face was dirty, her hair was messy, and she was covered in charcoal stains.
The eerie look surprised even herself.
No wonder the man was mad at her. He must be disgusted at her disheveled look.
Though she did not care.
After she cleaned herself, she changed into some fresh new pajamas and went out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOdell was still in the room and he was sitting on the couch.
Maybe because of the dim environment, Sylvia felt like the man was covered in a layer of frost
and his gaze at her felt cold and unpredictable.
Sylvia had a glance at where she was drawing earlier.
The charcoal and paint remained but the canvas was gone.
Confused, she asked, “Where’s my drawing?”
“I’ve thrown it out.”
Sylvia widened her eyes in disbelief. “Odel Carter, are you out of your mind?”
Odell’s expression remained frosty as always as if her raising her voice did not anger him at all.
He said, “You should rest.”
Sylvia limped toward the exit with her crutches. She wanted to
retrieve her drawing.
Odell bolted up and stopped her from leaving.
“Move aside,” she said.
Odell shot a cold gaze at her and emphasized, “You should rest.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do!” Sylvia tried to push him away using one of her hands.
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