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Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 933
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Chapter 933 

Sylvia took two steps forward and stopped in front of Odell. 

He cupped her face in one hand and gently brushed her cheeks with his fingers. The warmth on his fingertips

seemed to transfer over. He asked in a cautious voice, “Are you still worried about Sherry?” 

Sylvia froze, partly because she was afraid of upsetting him by drawing away, but also because she was stunned by

how he seemed to read what was on her mind. 

“Yeah, I’m quite worried about her,” she answered him truthfully. 

He informed, “I asked around. She’s doing fairly well apart from the fact that she’s not allowed to leave the villa.” 

“Is John hard on her?” 

“That’s private. I don’t know much about that.” 

Sylvia frowned. 

Noticing this, Odell informed, “He still has feelings for her and won’t do anything terrible to her.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” 

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“But Aunt Tonya mentioned that back then when there was a misunderstanding between us. You also…” Sylvia

quickly zipped her lips when she realized that she was treading on dangerous territory 

Odell narrowed his eyes. “What?” 

His voice was still calm and gentle, and it did not seem like he was upset. 

Sylvia cautiously darted a glance at him. 

He had a gentle glow in his eyes. It even seemed like he found something humorous in what she said. 

She continued, “You kept me imprisoned and broke my leg.” 

His expression darkened. 

She tried to rescind what she said, “I won’t bring this up again if you don’t like hearing about it.” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he clarified, although it was true that he did not like hearing about his past wrongdoings. 

He took a half step forward and closed the gap between the two of them. They would be skin-to-skin if he shifted

just a little closer. 

 

He held her chin in his hands and whispered, “I admit that I was in the wrong, but John is nothing like me.

Furthermore, their situation is completely different from ours so believe me, Sherry will be fine.” 

His voice was soft and convincing. 

Sylvia pursed her lips and muttered, “Okay.” 

After dinner, Odell went to his study. 

Sylvia played with Liam and Isabel for a while before taking Flint back to her room. 

After she showered, she entertained Flint for a while until the boy fell asleep, then she lay on the bed as well. 

Sherry continued to occupy her thoughts. 

She tossed and turned for a long time. She decided that she had to go to Glanchester to see Sherry and make sure

she was alright. Only then would she come home. 

As soon as she hatched the idea, she drifted off to sleep. 

Meanwhile, on the balcony. 

There was a glass wall separating the balcony from the bedroom. 

Odell had been standing by the balcony for some time. 

The balcony was connected to the study where he came from. He had been standing out here since Sylvia put Flint

to bed and saw how she tossed and turned endlessly in bed. 

He was relieved when he saw how Sylvia finally managed to fall asleep. 

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He stood for a while and only stepped into the bedroom after making sure Sylvia was soundly asleep. 

The first thing he did was lean closer to plant a kiss on her forehead. After that, he turned off the bedside lamp for

her and left. 

After returning to the guest room where he was temporarily using, he reached for his phone and contacted Cliff. 

Cliff picked up within the first few rings. Odell immediately went to the matter at heart. “Do you still have the

proposal letter for cooperation that we received from John Stockton’s team in Glanchester?” 

Cliff informed, “Yes, I kept it in the drawer in your office.” 

“Alright, I want you to contact John’s team first thing tomorrow morning. Tell them that I’ll be swinging by

Glanchester in two days for a quick survey.” 

Cliff asked curiously, “Sir, I thought you don’t have high expectations for that particular project?” “Which is why I’m

doing a survey.” 

 

 

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