MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 6 Episode 23

Sylvia’s figure was reflected in Odell’s obsidian eyes. He studied her for a few seconds before suggesting, “Let’s talk outside.” “Alright.” With Isabel and Liam sleeping in here, this was not an ideal location to discuss their divorce. They went to the balcony of the next bedroom. There was a table and chairs on the balcony. Several bottles of beer and a box of cigarettes could be seen on the table.

Sylvia sat across from Odell.

He picked up a bottle of beer and offered, “Would you like a drink?”

Sylvia was not a fan of liquor. More importantly, she was not in the mood to share a drink with him so she turned down the offer, “I don’t drink.”

Without saying anything, Odell reached for a bottle of beer and poured it into a glass. Then, he leaned back in his chair, picked up the glass of beer, and drank cheerfully and casually

All the while, he did not speak

Sylvia could not stand it anymore and repeated the question, “Odell, it’s been three days, have you made up your mind?”

Odell looked at the impatient look on her face and saw the look of determination that showed how much she wanted the divorce. Pursing his lips, he said, “Send me another copy of the divorce settlement agreement. I’ve been busy these days, and I haven’t had time to read it.”

Sylvia took a deep breath and swallowed the urge to give him a scolding, before taking her phone out to send him another copy. Very slowly, perhaps even gracefully, Odell reached for his phone.

Sylvia watched his movements closely. She saw him lazily opening the messages application and scrolled to her contact. Something that would have only taken a second or two, now took him up to ten seconds to accomplish

He continued to sip on his drink as he read.

She took another breath, folded her forearms, and rested them on the table as she sat with her back straight while aiming a penetrating stare at him.

There were only three pages to the divorce agreement and was no more than two thousand words long. The font was considerably large which made it easy to read as well. It could be read in two minutes, yet even after ten minutes had passed, he was still reading it. Her patience was reaching its limit so she asked, “Odell, have you finished it yet?”

“Not yet.”

“How many more pages do you have to go?” “Two pages left.” Sylvia, “…Can’t you read faster?” Odell glanced at her and stated in a compassionate voice, “If you’re in a hurry, you should get some sleep first. I’ll give you an answer tomorrow morning.” She stared at him in disbelief, “Are you doing this on purpose?” He frowned, “Doing what on purpose?” Sylvia drew a deep breath, then she rose and walked out. She went back to the children’s bedroom and searched for her bag in one of the cabinets. After she found her bag, she took out a small leather satchel (rom inside the bag. Taking the leather satchel, she went back to Odell’s room.

Odell was still sitting on the balcony. He had already put his phone back on the table, probably thinking that she was not retuming. When she entered, he was still holding a glass of beer and gracefully drinking from it. She returned to her seat.

Something glearned in Odell’s eyes when he saw her. She looked at him and got straight to the point, “Odell, I know you don’t want to get a divorce, and everything that you’ve done so far is an attempt to convince me to not divorce you.” Odell grimaced and directed his attention to the leather satchel that she was holding. “What are you holding?” Sylvia opened the satchel and took out a stack of paper, which she set on top of the table in front of him.