Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 891

Chapter 891

Sylvia thought he would not notice the thick layer of foundation that she had applied to her neck. So,
she feigned annoyance and cried out, “Let me go!”

Odell ignored her. Releasing one of his hands, he used it to stroke the spot on the upper left side of her
collarbone.

Sylvia trembled when she felt the warmth of his touch on her neck.

“Why is there a thick layer of foundation here?” He raised a brow and gazed deeply at her. “Are you
trying to hide something?”

“NO!-Ah!”

Before she could finish, she was lifted onto the makeup table.

His towering figure leaned over her, not giving her a chance to escape by single-handedly holding her
hands behind her back. He reached out to retrieve a makeup remover wipe from her makeup bag.

He then rubbed it all over her neck.

The makeup remover was cool, which gave Sylvia goosebumps.

Not surprisingly, his expression was gloomy as soon as he removed the layer of foundation.

Sylvia bit her lip as she avoided looking at his terrifying face. “I can explain…”

Odell lifted her chin using the same hand he had used to remove

the layer of foundation. “Look at me when you give your explanation.”



Sylvia gathered her courage to look at him. His dark, deep eyes were staring sharply at her.

Shrinking back in fear, she softly explained, “If I said it was a mosquito bite, would you believe me?”

“What do you think?” he said coldly as he narrowed his eyes.

Sylvia pursed her lips. As she was trying to think of how to begin to explain herself, he asked, “Who did
it?”

“T-Th…”

“Thomas?”

Sylvia reluctantly hummed in reply.

Before she knew it, he leaned over and pinned her to the table.

He swept her makeup off the table and swooped in to kiss her

lips.

He moved from her lips to her neck and kissed the same spot that Thomas had.

He was so strong that Sylvia was unable to break free.

He ravaged her without giving her a chance to talk or break free.

Time went by.

Isabel tried knocking once but was told to go away. The same thing happened to Aunt Tonya when she
came to call them for

dinner.



It was the middle of the night by the time things finally returned to peace and quiet.

Wrapped up in a quilt, Sylvia sat on a corner of the bed.

In addition to the bed, the room was a mess.

Her makeup table had been flipped over, and her cosmetics were all over the floor.

Their clothes were scattered and her dress had been ripped in parts.

One might assume that a war had been fought in the room.

However, she had not been beaten physically but she had been punished with sex. The violent session
had robbed her of her strength and rendered her sore and weak.

The man was standing in the middle of the messy room, casually putting on his clothes.

He swiftly got dressed and returned to his usual dignified self.

His cold eyes swept over Sylvia before he walked towards the door.

Sylvia choked up as she said, “Where are you going?” He paused but refused to answer her question.

Before he walked out of the door, Sylvia anxiously said, “Nothing happened between us. I was just
trying to lure him out. He saw through the trap that Bowman and I had prepared, and set us up instead.
He tricked me into going into an alleyway and left this

on my neck.”

He stopped and turned around to look at her coldly.



Sylvia pursed her lips. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Bowman, or Office Sach. He knows about
what happened this afternoon.”


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