MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 4 Episode 100

Sylvia shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. The man’s gravelly voice sounded through the door. “Sylvia, open the door.” Sylvia continued shutting her eyes and turned a deaf ear to the man’s calling. “I’ll count to three,” he warned with a cold voice. Sylvia pursed her lips. Even if he counted to three hundred, she would not open the door. Odell counted to three outside the door and he was still denied entry. He then bellowed, “Knock the door down.”

He was saying to the bodyguard outside the door. Sylvia’s eyes shifted but before she could do anything, the bodyguard rammed the door open.

Bang!

The door finally opened.

Sylvia was startled. She popped her head out of the sheets and saw Odell’s grim expression. He glared at Sylvia and said to the bodyguard, “You can leave now.” The bodyguard immediately left the room. His towering figure then approached the woman on the bed.

Sylvia sat herself up and wrapped herself with the sheets. She wore a cautious look at him and said, “Odell, I’m trying to rest. Please go out.” He grinned. “Are you going to take the sheets off or do you need me to lend you a hand?” Sylvia’s already pale face turned bleach white. Even her legs under the sheets started to shake. The man was a psychopath! He ravaged her violently last night and now he wanted to touch her again. Not only yesterday night, but ever since she was imprisoned here, he would ravage her almost every day. Was he that strong?

She said, “I’m not feeling well today. If you can’t hold back your lust, go ask Tara for help.” Odell’s expression turned grimmer than before. He moved his towering figure closer to her.

Sylvia responded by tightening the sheets around her. He grunted. He put his hand into the sheets and grabbed her bare ankle. At the next moment, she was dragged underneath his rigid body and the sheets were taken off. Sylvia punched him out of frustration. “Odell, if you’re a man, you shouldn’t be this rough to

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“You’ll find out if I’m a man or not.” He clutched her face tightly and kissed her.

“Ugh!”

She felt like a fish drowning in water. The room was spacious but she could barely catch a breath.

After another round of rough sex, it was already late in the afternoon. Odell went to the bathroom for a shower.

Sylvia remained on the bed as she tried to grasp for air. She did not want to remember it but her mind kept replaying the scenes where he forced himself on her. The b*stard treated her like an animal to satisfy his lust. He was not a human.

Soon, the shower noise stopped and Odell came out in his robes. Sylvia tossed a pillow at him.

Odell flinched.

She glared at him and shouted, “Odell Carter, you’re a freaking psycho!” Her face was as red as an apple and her eyes were covered in bloody veins. The tears that trickled down her cheeks wet her face.

Odell narrowed his eyes.

He went up to her and held her by the chin. He wanted to kiss her but Sylvia pushed him away. Her strength was nothing to him but he could tell she was trying her best. He grunted and then pulled her

underneath himself again.