MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 1 Episode 65

Tara took Odell’s arm.

When they got to the stairs, Sylvia and Tristan had already entered the private room they reserved.

Tara looked at Odell’s face and whispered to him, “Odell, could Tristan be the one who took the best private room that we were going to reserve?”

Odell pursed his lips indifferently.

Tara added, “This restaurant is a famous location for couples. They say that that particular private room has a reputation for successful proposals. Since Tristan is bringing Sylvia to that room, I think he’s planning to confess his love to her.”

Odell’s face darkened when he heard this.

Tristan was going to confess to that woman? A rush of anger went to his head, but he was able to suppress that anger as quickly as it came to him.

There was nothing to be angry about, especially since it was a woman he no longer cared for.

However, if this woman dared to take Tristan and willingly ignore her children, then she would never get to see them again in the future!

Sylvia followed Tristan into a very tastefully decorated and rather romantic private room.

There was a long table at its center with candles on top.

Tristan entered and politely pulled out a chair for her.

Sylvia thanked him and sat down while he sat directly across from her.

There was a grand piano in the corner of the room with a dedicated pianist playing, adding to the ambiance of the night.

After Sylvia and Tristan sat down, the melodious chords of the piano sounded across the room.

The waiter brought the food and poured red wine for each of them in turn.

Tristan wore a permanent smile on his face.

Sylvia could not help but frown at the sight of this.

This meal must have cost a fortune even if it was largely negligible for someone like Tristan

Sylvia took a sip of wine and said to him, “So, Tristan, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Tristan observed her, then clapped his hands to give a signal.

The door immediately opened, followed by a waiter stepping inside with a cart of fresh red roses. The whole room was instantly dominated by the floral scent.

Sylvia frowned.

As the waiter put the flowers down and went out, the music changed to one that was melodious and romantic.

Tristan picked up a bunch of flowers and walked over to Sylvia. He was seconds away from getting down on one knee. That was when the abashed Sylvia stood up instantly. She cried, “Tristan, calm down!” Tristan smiled at her. “I am calm.”

He was midway through bending at the knee. “Don’t you dare kneel, or else I’ll leave right away,” Sylvia hurriedly said. She had a defiant yet resolute look in her eyes.

Tristan’s lips twitched. He stood up straight and looked at her sternly before saying, “Sylvia, I’ve said this to you many years ago, and this time I’ll say it again. I like you, and I want you to be my girlfriend. Let me be the one to protect you from here on.”

His confession was very earnest.

The music continued playing.

Meanwhile, in the private room next to their current one that was only partitioned off by a wall

Odell was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He was spying on what was happening in the adjacent room via a small, transparent window no more than the size of a palm.