MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 11 Episode 78

It was like a fire that started out of nowhere, making the quiet bedroom hot. Sylvia‘s pajamas were thrown to the floor.

She was caught completely unprepared and blushed profusely.

She did not know if it was because the man was stimulated, but he only let her go at 3 am.

Sylvia felt as if she had just been through a great journey full of obstacles. She collapsed on the bed and was about to fall asleep.

The next second, his hot chest pressed against her back.

Sylvia jolted and quickly pushed him away. “Odell… | can’t anymore…”

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‘Have mercy on me.‘ The man let out a low laugh.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.

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With his chin resting against the top of her head, he uttered in a low, hoarse voice, “Sylvia, I’m so happy today.”

He was happy that his grandmother had woken up, and he was happy to see the way she had looked when she immediately ran to the car to tell him that Grandma had woken up.

He was even happier that she had waited for him in the room and asked if he had eaten dinner. This duplicitous woman still loved him after all.

The answer he received was a long silence in the room.

He raised his hand and pinched her cheek.

There was no response.

She had clearly fallen asleep. He smiled before closing his eyes as well. In the Stockton villa in Glanchester.

In the courtyard Sherry was living in.

She was embroidering in her bedroom.

A few days ago, on a Sunday, John and Shannon went on a date and only came back at midnight. Sherry did not wait for him and fell asleep early.

However, even though he had come back so late, he had not forgotten to check her homework. Since she had slacked off on Sunday when he went out on a date, he had held her in bed for the whole night.

In addition , he doubled her work and told her to finish thirty embroideries this week!

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It was already Thursday, three days before Sunday, but she had only finished twelve embroideries . There were still eighteen to go!

Her eyes had already gone blurry for some time.

She was like a mindless embroidery machine. Her eyes were unfocused as her hands stuck the needle into the cloth.

Creak.

Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open.

Sherry turned her head mechanically and saw John walking in

He seemed to have just returned from a social gathering. His collar button was undone, his suit jacket was draped over one arm, and his body smelled of alcohol. Sherry glanced at him silently before turning back to continue her embroidery work.

John walked up to her and saw how ghastly the embroidery was. When he looked at the dark circles under her eyes, his eyes stiffened for a moment, and he said, ” Stop embroidering.” However, Sherry continued as if she had not heard him.

John’s eyes narrowed and he said with a smile, “If you don’t stop, I’ll add ten more pieces this week.” Sherry instantly raised her hand to glare at him, and her eyes immediately cleared up. “If you want me to die, just say so.”

She could not even finish embroidering thirty pieces. She would die if he added another ten! John kept smiling. “If you stop now, I’ll reduce this week’s quota by ten.”

Sherry’‘s face lit up. “Really?”

He smiled. “If you don’t think it’s true, you can continue.

Smack.

Sherry instantly threw everything in her hand into the storage basket.

Then, she got up and headed to bed. However, a hand reached out behind her, wrapped around her waist, and dragged her back.