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Chapter 92

    Warm light shed over the yard. Isabel and Liam never stopped slurping and chewing their food. Although


    Odell’s ster presence made the atmosphere a lot tenser and quieter, Sylvia still smiled happily when she


    saw her kids enjoying the food


    The only downside to the harinonious atmosphere was theck of pasta


    Sylvia only had a small te of spaghetti She then added more to Isabel and Liam’s te There was still


    some in the pot, which was enough for Aunt Tonya and Odell each to have an extra serving


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    Odell finished his spaghetti in a few bites. He wanted another te, but he saw Sylvia stop eating and


    was drinking water. He had a nce at the pot, then he also put his fork and spoon down. He said,


    “Make more next time. Sylvia was stunned. She thought he did not have enough, so she said, “There’s


    still some in the pot.”


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    Odell did not answer. Instead, he started eating the fruits that were prepared No matter how much he


    wanted to have another te, he was not that low to take food away from a woman.


    Sylvia blinked and asked with a grin, “Odell, don’t you want any inore?” Odell nodded and hummed a


    reply.


    Sylvia then picked up the entire pot and poured the rest onto Aunt Tonya’s and her te, not even


    leaving a drop of sauce behind She had no intention of keeping anything for him. Odell’s face fell.


    It seemed like the woman that he used to call his wife had outgrown him


    Back in the day, whenever he came home from work, she would fill her te with food and let him fill his


    stomach first. He was her priority.


    Now, not only was she unweing, but when he said he had enough, she had poured the entire pot


    onto her te and did not even try to patronize him. While they were no longer husband and wife, it


    somehow still made him downhearted. Isabel and Liam ate non-stop. The quiet table was filled with their


    slurping and chewing


    No one had the time or the mood to respond to his temper.


    It was only after a while that he had enough of being ignored. “Ahem!”


    Both Isabel and Liam looked at him together with furrowed brows.


    Isabel asked, “What do you want, big baddie?” Odell looked at Sylvia. “I want dessert.”


    The edge of Sylvia’s mouth twitched a little


    Who did he think she was? His maid? Or did he expect her to serve hin like she used to?


    Sylvia really wanted to argue with him, but for the sake of the kids, she suppressed her temper and


    forced a smile “I didn’t make any dessert today If you want to have some, go home or ask Tara to make


    some for you”


    Odell tensed his lips in silence


    After Isabel and Liam finished eating and put down their cutlery, Sylvia wiped their mouths and hands for


    them


    Odell nced at them “Time to go home”


    Isabel scoffed while Liain remained silent.


    Odell got up to them and carried Isabel in his arms while holding Liam’s hand. Right before he walked


    out of the gate, he turned around to Sylvia and said, “Remember to make dessert tomorrow”


    Sylvia was stunned Before she could say a thing, he added, “If you don’t prepare dessert, I won’t let the


    ladse over”


    She was speechless. “Big baddie, don’t threaten my Mommy Isabel started punching his chest, and even


    Liam red at him Nevertheless, the punches and the re did nothing to him. When he saw Sylvia


    sulkang but not daring to say a thing, be grinned. He then brought the kids away


    Sylvia stood by the gate and watched them leave Deep down, she called him a crazy man


    If he was not crazy, why would bee to her ce to have dinner? And even asked for dessert? She


    really wanted to m some cakes into his face
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