Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Confused and baffled, Sylvia blurted, “Odell, what are you doing?”

She wanted to draw distance from him as she voiced her question, but Odell curled his hand around her waist before she could.

Before she knew it, she was lifted up over his shoulder like a sack of grain.

Sylvia screamed, “Odell, what the hell is wrong with you? Put me down!” He simply carried her away without giving her an answer.

Edmund and the bodyguards fought. He was able to take down a few but was badly outnumbered.

A few moments of struggling later, he was kicked in the shin and forced onto his knees. While kneeling on the ground, he saw through the bodyguards’ shifting legs that Odell had taken Sylvia away. He furiously punched the ground and shouted, “You motherf*cker! Odell Carter, this is not the end! I will get you!”

Sylvia was thrown into the car. Before she knew it, Odell was already in the driver’s seat, starting the car. The door was locked from the driver’s side, so she was unable to break out.

Odell was driving rather fast on the freeway, and for the sake of her dear life, she dared not hit him or disrupt his driving. She simply glared at him with daggers.

“Odell Carter, what is the meaning of this? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Odell looked forward blankly. His face was frosty and his mouth was zipped. A while later, the car drove out of the district, but it was not heading back to either the Carters ‘residence or her own place. She asked, “Where are you taking me?” He remained silent. Then, he suddenly slowed down the car abruptly, causing the unprepared Sylvia to ram her head on the windshield.

Before she could recover, the car sped up again.

He did it on purpose!

Sylvia sulked and protruded her lips as she turned her face to the window.

A while later, the scenery outside the window started to look familiar. He had brought her to the Carters’ residence. It was not the mansion that Madam Carter was living in now but the mansion they used to live in while they were married for the two short years.

Despite being rather aged, it was frequently cleaned, so the exterior and interior both looked clean. The forgotten memories about their marriage gushed into her head uncontrollably.

All the scenes of her trying to win his affection but was given the cold shoulder, the nights she spent waiting for him to come home to her pregnant self and yet did not see a soul at the door, the scene where she caught Odell having an affair with Tara, and the scene where she was slapped sixty times after giving birth and was thrown out of the house, everything gushed into her head at once. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The scenes that were replayed in her head hurt her like blades.

Sylvia frowned Screech! The car screeched to a stop in front of the gate. Sylvia seized the chance and got out of the car. She did not go into the mansion. Instead, she headed the other way, back to the freeway.

She refused to go in. She wanted to go home to her current place. Before she could walk further away, the man’s towering figure shadowed her from behind. Sylvia wanted to run, but before she could take the first step, his hand curled around her waist, and she was lifted over his shoulder again. Sylvia angrily hit his back. “Put me down! You bastard, I don’t want to go inside!” He strode at a steady pace towards the

door and opened the fingerprint lock with his thumb. They went into a dark room. He put Sylvia down when they got inside, but she wanted to run as soon as her feet touched the ground. Unfortunately, before she could run out the door, she was pinned to the wall. His tall figure approached her. He lowered himself and pressed his lips against hers tightly.