Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 1100

Chapter 1100 Two days later, after Sylvia fully digested the memories, her mind felt clearer than ever.

Odell had been spending the past two days at home, accompanying her. He would go to the study
room to deal with work-related stuff at times but mostly stayed by her side.

Sylvia’s phone chimed and attracted not only Sylvia’s attention but also Odell’s. She picked up the
phone and saw a text from Christopher. “Sylvia, are you ready for the competition?” There were only a
few more days until the art competition.

She frowned at the text.

Odell was beside her when she read the text. “What’s wrong?”

“We are a few more days away from the art competition, and the President is asking if I’m ready for it.”
His expression changed slightly. “You haven’t decided?”

“I don’t know if I can do well.”

The moment her words subsided, his warm palm patted her head and stroked it. “Why don’t you go
paint and find

out?»

Sylvia looked into his deep eyes.

As her heart pounded, she said, “Okay.”

She then replied to Christopher. “Mr. President, I’ll give you an answer by tonight.”

Christopher replied, “Okay.”



She put her phone away and went up to the third floor.

Odell followed her to her painting room.

When she sat down before the easel, Odell sat down behind her, watching her with the kindest gaze.
He seemed to want to stay by her side while she painted.

Sylvia felt touched by his caring action, but she said, “ Odell, I might take a whole day. Why don’t you
go work on your things?”

“I’m not busy today.”

“Really?” Sylvia pursed her lips.

“Yeah.” He smiled.

“Okay.”

Sylvia turned to the canvas. After a deep breath, she picked up her brush. A realistic image appeared
in her mind, and she started to paint it accordingly.

Strokes with different colors were painted on the canvas

one after another.

As time went by, the canvas was soon filled with a tapestry of colors.

Sylvia went into a trance as she was carried away by the painting and concentrated fully on laying the
strokes. She did not even notice when Aunt Tonya and Sebastian came up with Flint to look for her and
Odell.



Odell told them to leave so that they would not disturb her.

Some time later, when the sunset’s brilliance shone through the window and landed on her face, she
laid the last stroke on the canvas.

She put the brush down and sighed a breath of relief. She looked at the painting that she finished in
that single session and smiled. Then, she turned around and saw the man sitting on the chair.

“I’m done, Odell.”

He smiled and walked to her to inspect her painting.

It was a painting of their bedroom with a perspective from the window. In the picture , warm sunshine
shone through the curtains and lit up the entire room.

The painting looked simple but was skillfully presented. The first impression was that of warmth,
brightness and energy.

He had collected many famous paintings before and had the skills to identify a gem among artworks.

It was not an exaggeration to say that she had painted a great masterpiece.

Sylvia noticed his silence and grew nervous. “How’s it?”

He looked at her anticipatory gaze and smiled. “It’s really well done.”


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