Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife
Chapter 60

Chapter 60

With how fast Tristan was driving, it did not take long for them to arrive at the Old District

Sylvia turned to him, “Just drop me off at the junction near my house.”

It was only a short distance from the Carters’ residence, so she planned to walk there after she got out ofthe car.

Tristan gave her a look and answered, “Alright.” Shortly after that, they stopped at the said junction.Sylvia got out of the car and thanked him, “Tristan, thank you for sending me home.” Tristan smiled andanswered, “You’re welcome. Now hurry up and go to your children.” Sylvia turned around and made forthe Carters’. After crossing two more intersections, she arrived at the entrance of their family house.

The gate in front was closed. Sylvia stepped forward and raised her hand to ring the doorbell. “Hmm?Weren’t you going out on a date with him?” A deep, sardonic voice came from behind her out ofnowhere. Sylvia was startled and quickly turned around.

It was Odell hiding underneath the shade of the trees. He was still wearing the same black suit he worejust now, leaning against the tree with his arms folded across his chest. Sylvia ignored his taunting.“Odell, I’m here to see my children. Please let them open the door.

“Answer my question first,” he said in an unfriendly voice.

Sylvia was troubled by this. “I’m not in a relationship with him. What date are you talking about?”

“I saw you two holding hands and dancing together. What do you call that if you’re not in a relationship?”Odell sneered sharply, “Your part-time lover??

Sylvia hissed sharply.

“Watch your mouth, Odell,” she said, “I only went with him because he invited me. We danced becausewe happened to get picked for the first dance, so I naturally went along with it.

There’s nothing else going on between the two of us.”

Odell scrutinized her up and down. “Do you think I’d believe you when you’re dressed like this to attendthe ball with him?”

Just happened to get picked for the first dance, she said? What a convenient excuse for flirting withanother man.

Sylvia felt a lump in her throat. She was about to explain that it was Tristan who had dressed her up inthe first place but quickly realized that it was hardly a convincing explanation. She decided against it andsaid spitefully, “It’s not my problem if you don’t believe me.”

Odell’s lips twitched sharply. He was standing underneath the shade while the streetlights illuminatedSylvia’s figure, so he had a good look at how she was dressed.

Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing full make-up. Her luscious lips still had alayer of bright pink lipstick. The dress she wore complimented her frame, especially accentuating herslender waist before folding outward again to show off the perfect curves of her figure.

She usually dressed conservatively, but she was dressed up as if she had stepped out of a whorehouse.Could it have been any more obvious that she had done this to seduce Tristan and to dance with him soeveryone present at the ball would be misled as to the nature of their relationship?

Odell’s face continued to darken.

After a while, he smirked sardonically, “You want to steal your sister’s fiancé for yourself so that you canclaim the spot of Mrs. Ledger.”

Question marks floated above Sylvia’s head. “Odell, I was only dancing with him. When have I saidanything about marrying him?” “If you don’t want to marry him, why were you dancing with him inpublic?” Sylvia became speechless. The words were caught in her throat. Odell took her lack ofresponse as her indirectly admitting it.

He stepped out from the shade of the tree and walked up to her with a vicious look. “Let me do you afavor and tell you straight up that Tristan is not going to marry you. Even if he does have feelings for you,his family will never agree to you entering the Ledgers.”

Sylvia never thought anything along those lines, to begin with, so she snapped angrily, “I am fully aware.I don’t need you to tell me that.” “At least, you know your place.”

As Odell observed her dolled-up face, the scenes of Tristan dancing with her on the dance floor flashedpast his mind again. The sheer recollection of it brought forth a sheet of ice in his eyes as he added,“You’re just a broken toy that I got bored of. Don’t go around thinking that you can marry your way intoanother rich family.” Sylvia stiffened.