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hapter 1044
Sylvia asked without thinking, “Odell, when did you get back?”
Odell stared at her contemplatively.
He flashed a brief smile and told her, “For quite some time.”
He drew close to her as he said this. He brushed a small patch of paint off the tip of her nose and asked her, “Are you finished?”
Sylvia nodded. “It‘s a great painting,” he complimented.
Sylvia smiled with reservation. “It‘s alright.”
It did turn out better than she was expecting, but it was still missing something she could not quite put her finger on.
“No need to be humble, it‘s wonderful work.” As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted her head again.
It was significantly better than the work she had put out during the event hosted by Master Springsteen the last time.
It seemed to him that she was getting back to form.
Sylvia whimpered, “I know that, but I‘m not trying to be humble.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was a great work of art and she knew it, but it did not change the
fact that it lacked something to make it complete. Odell smiled. “Anyway, dinner is ready. The kids are waiting for us downstairs. Let‘s go down to eat.” “Okay.”
After dinner, Sylvia played with the children for a while before returning to her studio again.
She had to find out what the painting was missing.
She stared ponderously at the painting for nearly two hours and yet she failed to identify anything wrong with it. She left after filling in the colors. :
It was very late by this point and most of the people in the house had gone to sleep. It was as quiet as a grave.
There was no noise coming out of the children’s room either.
When she passed by Liam and Isabel‘s room, she went
inside to take a look.
Both children were sleeping in their beds.
She went inside and gently kissed their cheeks before
leaving and heading back to her bedroom.
Upon pushing the door open, she saw two figures on the bed.
Odell‘s figure leaned gracefully against the head of the bed.
He wore navy blue pajamas and held a book in his hand.
Flint lay beside him and was soundly asleep.
She was surprised by this sight.
Was he not planning to head back to the guest room to sleep? Odell turned to see who had entered. Upon noting that it was Sylvia , a smile greeted
the corners of his lips as he informed her, “Flint needed someone to watch over him to fall asleep so I figured I‘d watch over him.”
Sylvia swallowed the urge to say whatever she was going to say.
He added, “It‘s getting late. Go wash up and come to bed.”
With that, he diverted his attention back to his book.
It did not appear that he was going to leave anytime soon.
Sylvia made a dry cough.
Odell looked at her.
,“I‘m here,” she announced.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOdell looked puzzled. “I know, what‘s wrong?” Sylvia
had trouble putting it out bluntly. How could he not understand what she was trying to say? Did she have to explicitly tell him to get out?
The only source of light in the room came from the reading lamp
Apart from a quiet suspicion, there was also a tender glow in his eyes. Sylvia could not possibly make him leave.
She pursed her lips. “No… It‘s nothing.”
Then she went to the bathroom.
Before she walked into the bathroom, Odell put down the book in his hand.
The reading lamp beat against one side of his face and cast a shadow over the other side as he smiled deviously.
She wanted him to go to the guest room?
Do not even think about it.
Sylvia washed herself briefly and walked out in her pajamas.
Odell had laid down on the left side of the bed with Flint tucked nicely in the middle of the bed.
The room was quiet. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
Sylvia got into the right side of the bed and gently kissed Flint‘s chubby cheek, then she turned off the light and closed her eyes.
After a while, she fell asleep.
Late at night.
Odell suddenly woke up. He gently carried the sleeping Flint to one side effortlessly, then he nudged closer to Sylvia‘s side.
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