Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092 Sylvia wanted to urge him to call Skylar but when he started drinking, she paused and
swallowed her words back.

Flint, the naughty boy, swung his hands around and knocked the glass in his father’s hand.

Odell’s hand slipped and the glass of water spilled over his pants.

The baby chuckled happily after creating a mess. Odell looked at the baby. He immediately lifted Flint
to save him from the water.

Sylvia immediately carried Flint away.

Odell got up. “I’ll go clean up.”

“Okay.”

Sylvia felt it inappropriate to urge him to call Skylar now. She watched him go up the stairs and planned
to talk to him after he cleaned himself up.

However, the man took all the time he got and only came down in fresh new clothes after dinner was
served.

Madam Carter came out of her room.

Sylvia did not want to talk about her memory loss in front

of Madam Carter to avoid worrying her, so she was forced to put the topic aside again.

After dinner, Isabel played with Flint in the living room, while Liam toyed with his little gadget.

Madam Carter watched her great-grandchildren play for a while before she went back to bed.



Sylvia sat beside Odell, wanting to talk to him about recovering her memories.

However, Odell called Cliff all of a sudden. “Cliff, send me the meeting details from this afternoon.”

He then looked at Sylvia with slight nervousness. “I might have missed something important during the
meeting in the afternoon. Stay with the kids. I have to go to the study room for a while.”

Sylvia pursed her lips and watched him go up.

Two hours later, Flint was put to sleep in between Isabel and Liam, who were already snoring in bed.

Sylvia pulled the sheets over them and went out. She walked to Odell’s study room, but the door was
shut.

She knocked. “Odell, are you done?”

The man’s charming voice sounded. “I still have something to do. You go rest, don’t wait for me.”

Sylvia frowned. “Why don’t you give me Skylar’s contact? I’ll contact her myself.”

A few seconds later, Odell answered, “You’re not familiar with her. I’ll contact her for you. Don’t worry,
I’ll call her after I’m done with work.”

Sylvia frowned and wore annoyance on her face.

She had been waiting for him to contact Skylar for the whole day now, yet he did not do it. How could
she remain calm after all the waiting?

Calling or texting Skylar would only take a minute or two, at most five.

Could the man refuse to contact Skylar for her?



Sylvia tried to open the door to get a clear answer but it was locked. The doorknob did not budge at all.

Sylvia pursed her lips out of frustration and returned to the bedroom.

The bedroom was equipped with a spacious balcony, and it connected to the other rooms from the
outside, including the study room.

Sylva snuck to the balcony and tiptoed to the study room.

The curtains were not shut. Sylva leaned on the glass window and looked inside.

The man was sitting behind the desk, slouching.

There was a book in his hand, and since Sylvia was only a few steps away, she saw the title of the
book that he was reading: Talks About Architecture.

Sylvia reacted coldly.

She might not know a lot about his work but she knew he was reading a book that was unrelated to
work. It was impossible for him to miss something from the meeting earlier.

Knock.

Sylvia knocked on the window.

The man froze for a moment. He quickly turned around and saw Sylvia crossing her arms at him with a
glare.


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