GoodReadChapter 420
Sylvia’s face fell, and she immediately turned her wheelchair around to head back to her
room.
“Stop.” The man’s deep voice sounded.
Sylvia acted as if she did not hear him and continued moving forward, but soon, his
looming figure appeared behind her and grabbed her wheelchair.
No matter how hard she pushed, the wheelchair did not budge.
Sylvia withdrew her hand and decided to stop pushing.
Odell grunted and turned the wheelchair around so that she would face him.
Sylvia’s pale, cold face looked back at him.
He frowned as he felt a little irritated. “Didn’t you hear me?”
Sylvia looked at the ground and ignored him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOdell took her face in his hand. “Look at me.”
Sylvia continued to look at the ground. Her face was cold and pale. Her eyes were
soulless, as if she had lost the desire for everything in life.
Odell tightened his hold on her face and said coldly, “I want you to look at me.”
He seemed to be threatening to dislocate her jaw if she did not listen to him.
Sylvia did not seem to hear the threat lying in his words. Instead, she looked elsewhere
and continued to refuse to look at Odell.
Even though he leaned in close to her, she still looked elsewhere.
Odell glanced at her with a dark face for some time before he suddenly loosened his grip
and walked straight past her to Madam Carter’s room.
Sylvia also pushed her wheelchair back to her room. She only came out after Odell had
left.
For the next two days, Odell would come over in the morning.
Sylvia would bump into him either in the courtyard or the living room. Of course, she
ignored him. She either pretended not to see him, or she would turn her head and leave.
Odell merely glanced at her indifferently before going to see Madam Carter. He would then
leave a short time later.
This afternoon, the weather was great. So, Sylvia came to the courtyard and set up a small
table on her wheelchair. Then, she leaned on it and started carving.
She was almost always carving to pass the time these days and ease her longing for her
two kids.
She carved some gifts for them.
She was so immersed in it that she only noticed the man when her light was blocked by a
tall shadow looming over her.
Sylvia raised her head and looked at him indifferently.
Odell’s dark gaze focused on her as he stood still without any intention of moving.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe asked, “What are you carving?”
Sylvia ignored him and spun her wheelchair to the side. She lowered her head and
continued to sculpt when there was light again.
Looking displeased, Odell took a step forward, his tall body blocking the sunlight once
more.
Sylvia frowned and moved to the side again.
Dark clouds seemed to form on Odell’s face, and he strode toward Sylvia again.
Her source of light was once again blocked.
Sylvia did not get mad or make a scene. She just put her carving materials and the small
table away. Then, she pushed her wheelchair, intending on returning to her room.
Odell’s face darkened. “Stop.”
Sylvia continued to push her wheelchair away.
Odell strode over and grabbed the wheelchair. He cupped her chin, and his angry gaze
fixated on Sylvia. “I was talking to you. Didn’t you hear me?”
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