Sylvia suddenly noticed that the light in her bedroom had been turned on and her curtains were closed.
She quickly turned the light off before opening the curtains.
Bright sunlight poured into the room, illuminating Sylvia and her desk.
She looked out the window to see the view and felt herself rx greatly.
Then, she lowered her head and continued with her carving.
Her desk had been ced directly in front of a window so she could see into the courtyard downstairs merely by lifting
her head.
Soon, a slender figure that had entered the courtyard through the living room caught her attention through the corner of
her eye.
She quickly lifted her head to look.
The man was wearing a loose gray shirt and long pants.
His figure was slender and lean, and he walked with a graceful air about him.
His appearance was like a prince of a romance novel, only that he seemed to emanate a mncholic aura.
Perhaps because he felt Sylvia’s eyes on him, he suddenly stopped and lifted his head to look in Sylvia’s direction.
His soft and slightly-curled fringe was lifted by a passing breeze, revealing his fair yet cold face.
His cold eyes were looking straight in Sylvia’s direction.
However, he only spared her a single nce before he turned around and walked out the gate.
Sylvia guessed that he must not have seen her.
Sylvia’s thoughts did not dwell on the man and she went back to her carving.
Then, her bedroom door opened and Odell walked in.
Although Sylvia had her back to the door and did not see him enter, she could immediately tell it was
him through his footsteps.
She quickly put her carvings into the desk drawer.
Odell immediately noticed what she had done.
He frowned and his expression turned sour.
He had merely wanted toe and see her, yet it was obvious that she was being cautious around
him.
Odell quickly walked to Sylvia’s side. Acting as if he had not seen what she had just done, he asked,
“What did you just put away?”
Sylvia coldly replied, “Nothing.”
Odell grew even angrier at her emotionless reaction. He moved out of the way and subsequently
opened the drawer.
In the drawer were Sylvia’spleted wood carvings.
Besides a wooden Rubik’s cube and a wooden crown, there were also a few other things.
However, what grabbed Odell’s attention the most was a “ red” rose.
Each petal on the rose was bright red in color and had obviously been stained with blood!
Odell’s expression turned frigid. With the rose in his grip, he asked Sylvia, “Where did the blood on this
come from?”
Sylvia knit her eyebrows tightly but did not answer.
He stared at her coldly. “I’ll ask you again, where did the blood on thise from?”
Sylvia assumed that Odell thought she had done something wrong, so she replied, “It’s my blood.”
Odell immediately grabbed her hands to take a look.
On her hands which were full of calluses, he could see two freshly-healed wounds.
One was on the back of her right hand, and the other was on the fingertip of her left hand’s index finger.
The wounds did not seem shallow at all.
His dark expression instantly grew darker.
The next moment, he threw the blood-stained rose onto the floor before stepping on it forcefully.
Crack!
The red rose was instantly smashed to pieces.
Sylvia’s face went pale. She angrily shouted at him, “Odell Carter, are you out of your mind? I didn’t even use your
blood! Why are you so mad?”
Odell grabbed her by the chin and threatened coldly, “ If I ever see you carve wood again, I’ll destroy everything else
too!”
With that said, he then turned around and left.
Sylvia was so outraged that she felt as if she could beat him to death. However, as soon as she stood up, a sharp pain
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pierced through her left calf, forcing her to sit back down in her wheelchair.
However, she could not resist throwing a wood block in the direction that he had just left in.
Bang!
Odell was long gone by now so the wood block fell heavily onto the floor.
Sylvia’s eyes were rimmed red with anger. “Odell Carter, you b*stard!”