Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Odell saw a cart full of roses beside Tristan who was confessing to Sylvia.

He raised his sharp brows and just watched coldly. Beside him, Tara observed the reaction on his face and also studied how things were developing between Tristan and Sylvia. On the other room, Sylvia and Tristan had no idea that Odell was watching.

Sylvia looked at Tristan with a complicated expression. After the ball that night, she knew that something was wrong with him, but it still surprised her when she heard it from him herself.

While she did not want to hurt him, if she kept it vague or averted the question, it would only deepen the misunderstanding, eventually hurting him deeper. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She looked into his eyes and said, “Tristan, I really am honored that you would fancy me, but I only see you as a friend. We aren’t suitable together.” Tristan was disheartened. Although he did think of this outcome before. He soon curled his lips into a smile and said, “You’re single, I’m single. Why can’t we be together?” “I’m a divorcee with two kids. Your parents won’t agree to it.”

“I don’t mind that. I’ll think of a way to make my parents agree. As long as you are willing to be with me, none of those can stop us.”

“You are not taking this seriously.” Sylvia did not want to linger on the topic. “Tristan, I don’t like you. I have no feelings for you, and I cannot be with you.” Tristan gripped her wrist and widened his grin. “Sylvia, people say that feelings can be developed.”

Sylvia frowned. She bit the bullet and said, “Tristan, we’ve known each other for twenty over years. If there was something for us to develop, we would have long developed it.”

Tristan’s grin faded.

Sylvia retracted her hand and added, “I have to go back to work.”

She could no longer continue eating.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but before she could set foot outside, Tristan called out to her.

“Sylvia!”

The piano also picked a timely moment to stop.

Things became quiet in the room.

Sylvia turned around to him.

He stared at her and asked, “You still like Odell, don’t you?”

Sylvia wore a cold look. She answered without a second thought, “I don’t.”

“Not a tiny bit?”

She gazed into his eyes and emphasized each and every word clearly. “Not. At. All.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

Sylvia then left without saying anything else.

He inhaled deeply before he put the roses back onto the cart. Then, he limped back to his seat and collapsed, staring at the spread of food blankly.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Odell was standing rooted where he had been from the start. His thin lips slightly tightened and his brows furrowed. No one knew what he was feeling at the moment.

He had clearly heard the conversation between Tristan and Sylvia. Tristan had asked her if she still liked Odell, but she had outright denied it. Tara was also surprised. She did not expect Sylvia to reject such a romantic confession. She refused to believe that Sylvia did not want to marry a wealthy man. The reason Sylvia must have rejected Tristan was that she still liked Odell!