Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Sylvia listened to Betty’s blabbering for quite a while.

The other colleagues also came with their two cents, telling her to be careful with her words and actions and not make the boss unhappy.

As everyone expected, a limited edition white supercar stopped in front of the studio entrance.

Two elderly butlers went over to welcome the guest while Sylvia and her colleagues lined up in an organized manner at the entrance.

The door opened and a tall figure emerged.

The young man had a loose white shirt coupled with black pants. His bangs draped fashionably over his forehead while his skin was fair and his facial features were pronounced and welcoming. There was a noble presence to his demeanor.

Betty and the other girls fawned over the man.

Even Sylvia widened her eyes in surprise, not because of how handsome the man was, but because she knew him.

Tristan also noticed Sylvia when he came in.

“Sylvia?” Tristan was surprised. He went up to her for a closer look.

Sylvia smiled at him and said, “Mr. Ledger, it’s been a while.”

She sounded a little distant, which slightly disappoint Tristan. He then wore a smile and said, “There’s no need for formality between us. Just call me by my name, Tristan.”

Sylvia thought about it for a moment and answered, “Okay.”

Things changed. Now that she was no longer Mrs. Carter and had been expelled by her own family, she could no longer address him with a nonchalant tone like she used to.

Tristan then looked at the others and said, “You guys can go do your own things.”

Everyone else put away their surprise and returned to their desks.

Tristan then said to Sylvia, “Sylvia, let’s have a chat somewhere else.”

“Um, I still have work to do,” she said.

Tristan noticed her reluctance. His eyes slightly squinted and he said with a smile,” Then, come to my office. I have to evaluate your professional skills.”

He was the boss, after all, so Sylvia had no choice but to say yes.

Sylvia brought a piece of log and a carving knife into his office.

There was a long table in the office that was equipped with carving tools as well.

She had a seat at the table and Tristan settled down opposite her.

“What do you want me to carve?” she asked.

Tristan smiled at’her and said, “How about a sunflower?”

Sylvia started carving. Her slender fingers looked fragile, but they were swift and nimble. Her hands had never been free of mundane chores, but they were not covered in calluses.

Sylvia, as a person, had become a lot stronger but colder as well.

Moments later, Tristan asked, “Where have you been all these years?”

Sylvia expected the question, so she answered with nonchalance, “A couple of cities.”

“How have you been?”

“I’m doing okay.”

Tristan fought his thoughts for a while as he stared at her face. He ultimately decided to say, “I’m sorry. I was not here back then, so I didn’t know about your divorce.”

If he had known, he would have come back for her and taken her away from that man. He would not have allowed her to be chased out of Westchester City like a dog.

Sylvia smiled. “It’s okay. I’m doing great. I’ve already moved on.”

Tristan slightly clutched his hand to suppress his rising emotions, and then he asked, “Where are you living now? Still alone?”

“I’m living with Aunt Tonya in the Old District.”

“You’re living in the house your grandparents gave you?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s quite a distance from here. I have an empty house around this place. Why don’t you move in with Aunt Tonya?” rrowed his browns. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Sylvia casually answered, “I have two kids. They are three years old this year, and they are living with Madam Carter in the Old District as well. They are attending kindergarten in this area, so it’s closer for

me to pick them up from

“Thanks but no thanks. I work here because it’s convenient for me to fetch my kids from school.”

“Kids? What kids?” Tristan fu there.”