Sylvia was stunned for a moment.


    Then, she turned to go out, only to find a man standing by the door: He leaned against the wall with his


    arms folded across his chest, looking at her coldly. Sylvia shrunk under his gaze and asked, “Where‘s


    Isabel and Liam?” “They went out with Grandma.” Her throat choked with anger. “Then why did you say


    they were at home?”


    She headed outside as she spoke.


    Bam!


    The open door mmed shut by his hand. Sylvia suddenly stopped, looking at him in panic and


    confusion. Odell stood where he was, leaningzily against the wall. However, his expression was frigid.


    He looked at her and asked, “Why didn‘t youe to see the children for the past few nights?”


    Sylvia‘s eyes flickered, and she said, “They went to see me during the day, so I don‘t have toe again


    at night.” She answered confidently.


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    Odell‘s lips twitched. “Is that so?“.


    Sylvia straightened her back. “Yeah.” “They only went to your ce for an hour or two a few days ago.


    Why didn‘t youe over during those nights?” he moved his long legs and walked up to her as he


    spoke. His figure was very tall. He was much slimmer and thinner than Edmund, who blocked her at the


    intersection, but he gave off a stronger sense of oppression. It was like a huge mountain was looming


    over her.


    Sylvia quickly stepped back. Odell continued to approach her. She backed up until her calves bumped


    against the edge of the children‘s bed. She could not go back any further and could only stop. Odell


    came up to her, continuing to look at her with deep and cold eyes. He looked like he would not let her


    leave if she did not give him a good exnation.


    “I...” she stammered and said, “I was just catching up on a painting the past few days, so I didn‘te


    here.”


    “Is that so?”


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    “Yeah.”


    No sooner had the words left her mouth that her face was cupped in arge hand. ” He lowered his head


    and asked her up close, “What were you working on these days?”


    “Just a painting.” “Of what?” “Scenery.” “What kind of scenery?”


    “Andscape.”


    The corners of his lips tugged up. “Okay, show me that painting of yours now.” Sylvia was speechless.


    When she did not say anything, Odell pinched her face and asked, “Why aren‘t you talking, hm?”


    His voice was cold and dangerous.


    It was obvious that he knew she was lying from the beginning.


    Sylvia took a deep breath, at the end of her patience. “What does it matter to you what I draw? What


    does it matter that I didn‘te here the past few nights?”


    Odell‘s eyes suddenly turned cold. “You‘re avoiding me, aren‘t you?”


    He was clearly ignoring her words.


    No, he was so engrossed in his own anger that he did not care about her questions.


    Sylvia used all her might but failed to push him away. She pressed her hands on his chest and shouted


    at him, “Yes, I‘m deliberately avoiding you. It‘s because you‘re a lunatic!” odell immediately pinched her


    face. Sylvia felt like her face was about to be deformed.


    She frowned in pain:


    His eyes looked at her, cold as ice. “I‘ve been too nice to you, haven‘t I?”


    Sylvia could not break free and felt incredibly oppressed. Then, she suddenlyughed.


    She raised her brows and red at him provokingly, asking with a smile, “Odell, didn‘t you used to get


    annoyed by the sight of me? Isn‘t it good that I don‘te over? That way, I won‘t be an eyesore. What‘s


    wrong with you now? Don‘t tell me that you‘ve fallen for me, your ex wife.”