Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 235 “Um, can you guys make way?” Sylvia asked tentatively. The men curled their lips and laughed. If not for the fact that they were shivering from the cold, she might have felt scared. She asked, “Why are you stopping me?” The man with yellow hair grunted and shivered, saying, “M–Mr. Price wants to see you.” ‘Mr. Price?

‘Is it that guy who dragged me to his room after I got drunk last night?‘ At that moment, several of the men took a few steps back to the side..

Then, a tall and fit young man appeared under the street light. He wore a long leather jacket, and he had a buzzcut. His bronze face had handsome and defined features, and there was a clear scar at the corner of his eye. He looked rather fierce at first glance. In short, he looked like a gangster. He walked up to Sylvia with his hands in his pockets. Sylvia paused and asked, “You‘re Mr. Price?”

Edmund gazed into her bright and clear eyes and smiled, looking down at her. “It‘s only been a day, but you‘ve forgotten me already?” Sylvia took a step back and asked directly, “Do you need me for something?” “Not really. It‘s just that you slapped me twice last night and spat on my face. I haven‘t settled the score with you yet.” As soon as he said that, a man with green hair beside him added, “Mr. Price, she also kicked

your–”

Edmund‘s expression instantly darkened. “Shut up!” Grasshead immediately closed his mouth. Edmund looked at Sylvia again. There was still some residual anger on his face. He looked like he would hack her up at any moment.

Sylvia took another step back and said with a smile, “I‘m really sorry. I was drunk last night.” He looked at her tactful expression and could not help but smile. “It was the first time I was slapped by someone. Do you think I‘ll let you off with just a ‘sorry‘?

Sylvia thought about it and said, “How about I give you some clothes to keep out the cold?”

Edmund was speechless.

Behind him, Grasshead and the others suddenly looked at him expectantly. They were cold. They were really cold. They had been here since the afternoon and stuck there until now! If they did not dress warmer, they would freeze to death! Edmund seemed to sense their gazes and turned to give them a look.

Grasshead and the others were hugging themselves, shivering.

Blondie said, “Mr. Price, why don‘t we find someplace warm to sit down?”

Edmund put his hands in his pockets and said to Sylvia, “I don‘t just want clothes. I want good food and drinks too.”

Sylvia graciously said, “No problem.”

Ten minutes later, she brought them to a street in the old town ahead.

First, she bought coats for each of them in a clothing store. Then, she took them to a restaurant beside it and ordered a table of wine and food for them.

When they were seated and started to eat, Sylvia said, “Mr. Price, you guys continue eating. I‘ll go down and settle the bill first.”

Edmund looked at her sensible appearance and smiled. “Go ahead.”

Sylvia went downstairs. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

As soon as she left, Grasshead, who was sitting next to Edmund, said, “Mr. Price, I think this is the first time a woman bought us food.”

Edmund gave him a slap on the head. “No one will think you‘re mute if you don‘t talk.” On the other hand, Sylvia went to the reception to settle the bill and walked out of the restaurant. Looking at the road leading to her house, she took a deep breath and instantly sprinted to her place like she was in a 100–meter event. In a room on the second floor. Blondie, Grasshead, and the others were happily drinking and chatting. A while passed, but Sylvia did not return. Blondie munched on a snack and muttered, “Where‘s the chick? Why isn‘t she back yet?“. Grasshead said, “She‘s probably still downstairs paying.”

As they spoke, they noticed that Edmund was looking out the window. Blondie asked curiously, “Mr. Price, what are you looking at?” Edmund grinned. “I‘m watching the little chick run.” Blondie squawked, “Huh?”