MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 11 Episode 27

Sherry glanced at John and whispered into Flint’s ears, “You see that uncle over there? He’s very stinky, so don’t climb on top of him, got it?”

Flint babbled in reply. He was focused on his gummies.

The corners of Sherry’s lips twitched and she turned to John to say, “I was the one who asked Sylvia and Master Carter to let me take care of Flint, so he‘s mine. Don’t even think about hogging him all to yourself.”

John grimaced. Sherry immediately went into the bathroom.

As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, John nonchalantly approached the bed and carried Flint up into the air, and took him into his arms.

Sherry had never showered so fast in her entire life, she emerged from the bathroom in a nightgown within less than five minutes.

Beneath the warm glow of the ceiling lights, she saw John lying on his side in the center of the bed, one of his arms was wrapped around Flint who had burrowed himself into his chest.

Flint seemed very comfortable lying in that position and was not

causing a ruckus, almost as if John was his father.

The two figures were resting in bed and made for a very wholesome picture.

Sherry was consumed with fury upon seeing this, Flint was supposed to be hers tonight! She immediately jumped into bed and tried to get Flint back.

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John had already seen this coming and quickly held on to Flint.

Sherry glared at him, “Give Flint to me.”

John glanced at her, “Get out of here if you’re not going to sleep.”

Sherry silently muttered a flurry of curses in her mind.

She grabbed at Flint’s tiny feet and tried to pull him away.

However, she did not realize how strongly John was holding on to Flint, so the only thing her feeble attempt accomplished was to make Flint whimper with fright.

This gave her quite the scare and she quickly let go, fearful of doing any harm to the boy.

John displayed a coy smile as if he had already been declared the winner.

Although he had not uttered a word, it was clear that he was thinking something along the lines of, “Go ahead, try to take him away now.”

Sherry gnashed her teeth, “It was me who asked Sylvia and Master Carter to let Flint come with me!” John parried, “Your point being?”

Sherry exclaimed, “…Give him to me!”

John laughed sardonically.

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Sherry wanted to slap him across the face right then and there!

She took a deep breath and faced John as she lay down behind Flint. She gently stroked his back, “Hey, Flint, it’s your favorite aunt, don’t you want to come over to me?”

All she got was silence. Flint had already fallen asleep.

John gazed silently at her, Flint was positioned in the middle of the two of them.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, seeming to be very amused by the current situation. Sherry scoffed in contempt and turned around so he could only see her back. Silence rang in her ears.

At one point, the lights in the bedroom were turned off.

Sherry listened attentively to any signs of movement. Eventually, she heard the soft, steady rhythms of John‘s breathing that indicated that he had fallen asleep.

She slowly turned around and carefully hooked an arm around Flint before proceeding to carefully pry him out of John‘s arms. At last, Flint was back in her arms.

The boy was sleeping soundly, feeling as soft as a ball of cotton in her arms and covered in his milky fragrance.

She could not resist the urge to gently kiss his cheeks. After kissing him several times, she hugged him tightly and shut her eyes.

That was when John, who was lying next to her, opened his eyes. His eyes quickly adapted to the darkness until he could see the outlines of her face.

He quietly gazed at the manner in which she held Flint in her arms as if he was a prized treasure. She wore a satisfied smile, even her eyebrows were slanted upwards with delight.

Hmph.

He had never thought that a woman like her would be so fond of children.