GoodReadChapter 209 There was not a chance she would tell Aunt Tonya about Odell kissing her since it would
only cause her distress.
Aunt Tonya still wore a concerned look on her face. Sylvia suddenly requested, “Aunt Tonya, I want to
eat the noodles you usually make.” “Okay, I‘ll go make them right away,” Aunt Tonya replied and turned
towards the kitchen.
Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, then went back to her room.
In the solitude of her room, she shrieked and hurled insults at Odell. After her mood alleviated, she
went to the bathroom and took a hot, refreshing shower. She washed her face several times and rinsed
her mouth.
Before she knew it, it was almost seven to eight o‘clock after she finished dinner.
Sylvia had promised to see Isabel and Liam that night, and she did not want to break her promise.
However, the thought of what Odell had done to her, forcing himself on her and kissing her infuriated
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther greatly. What if he resumed his disgusting behavior when she meet him again? Sylvia considered
for a second, then she took out her phone and called Isabel. Isabel answered at the first ring and the
first thing she asked was, “Mommy, are you here
yet?”
“Not yet. I just had dinner. I just wanted to ask if you and your brother are at home now?” “Yes, we‘re
waiting for you.” Sylvia asked again, “Is your great–grandmother there?”
(Yeah.”
Sylvia then asked, “Where‘s your father?” Isabel snorted, “The meanie went out a long time ago. I
guess he‘s going on a date with the ugly lady again.” Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief while muttering
curses at Odell. Finally, she told Isabel, “Isabel, stay at home with your brother. Mommy will be there
right away.” “Okay, okay.”
At Lake Victoria Villa, Tara had specifically invited a professional chef to cook up a gourmet dinner.
After Odell arrived, she turned to him and said in an affectionate voice, “Odell, I made all of this for you
myself. Enjoy.”
With that, she put a large prawn on his plate.
Odell tasted it and complimented the dish, “Not bad.” Tara smirked. “Really?”
Odell replied without hesitation, “Really.”
Tara smiled happily. Looking at her smiling expression, he suddenly found his mind drifting away.
A few years ago, while he was still married to Sylvia, he would often come home to Sylvia eagerly
telling him that she had made dinner for him. He remembered how she would also put food on his plate
for him.
The look on Tara‘s face just now was a mirror copy of Sylvia’s expression when she would excitedly
wait to see if he liked the food she made.
However, he seldom ate the food she put on his plate. To make matters worse, he usually only took
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmseveral bites before deciding that he was done. The light in her eyes would dim and she would not utter
a word for the rest of the meal, afraid to annoy him by speaking to him. Odell furrowed his brows and
felt an uneasy feeling rising in his chest. “Odell? What‘s wrong?” Tara asked in a concerned voice upon
noticing his expression. Odell gathered himself. “It‘s nothing.” He picked up the cutlery and resumed
eating. Tara put another piece of prawn on his plate. He quickly pointed out, “You don’t have to do that.
I can get it myself.” “Oh,” Tara answered weakly. The dejection in her voice was not hard to miss. A
shadowy look appeared in Odell‘s eyes. Tara was the one sliver of light while he was going through
dark times as a youth. She had been his source of strength during the entire ordeal with his
stepmother. He could not be her
source of grief. With that in mind, he picked up a piece of meat and set it on her plate. “Eat, don‘t worry
about me.”
Tara seemed very delighted by this. “Okay!“. She ate the meat he put on her plate in one bite. Odell
formed his lips into a line and soon set his cutlery down on the table. Tara quickly asked, “Odell, are
you not eating?”
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