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Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 1810
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Chapter 1810

Sylvia did not join them.

Caprice craned her head to the side and kept stealing glances at the door. She wanted to go back to Liam.

Sherry pinched her chubby cheeks and lectured her, “Caprice, the kind of relationship Mommy and Daddy has is

different from the one between you and Liam.”

Caprice frowned and protested, “What’s the difference? If I like Liam, then it’s the same.”

“You and Liam are both children. The way you like each other is different from the way adults like each other.”

Sherry lowered the pitch of her voice and explained patiently. “You will understand when you grow

The last part was the only part that got through to Caprice. She shaped a short “ohh’ with her mouth.

Sherry smiled and told her nicely, “You can kiss Liam if you want, but only on his forehead or cheek, maybe even

his nose. Anywhere but the lips, got it?”

“Why can’t I kiss his lips?”

“Because children shouldn’t kiss on the lips. That’s for adults.”

“Okay.” Oh well, she figured. As long as she got to kiss Liam. All she wanted was to be close to him.

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Sherry smiled and heaved a sigh of relief, glad to finally have gotten through to Caprice. She sat her on the ground

and gently brushed the top of her head. “Go on, go to him.”

“Okay…” Caprice ran out happily.

After a while, Sylvia walked in.

The makeup artist had arrived a short while ago and entered the room as well.

Sherry went to the dressing table. She chatted with Sylvia while the makeup artist worked her magic.

Time passed quickly.

The sun had risen above the horizon and Sherry’s makeup was completed. She put on her wedding gown with its

wonderful, silky fabric trailing across the floor behind her.

There was a knock on the door.

Sylvia asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me and Liam.” They heard Caprice’s voice.

Sylvia went to open the door for them and greeted them with a gentle smile.

Caprice and Liam walked in holding hands. They were dressed for the wedding as well. Liam looked dashing in the

black suit he wore while Caprice wore a white frilly dress, looking like a princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale.

When they saw Sherry in her wedding dress, they were both in awe and did not conceal the surprise and delight on

their faces.

Caprice was enchanted and cried out, “Mommy, you are so beautiful!”

Sherry smiled and stroked her hair.

Liam informed, “Aunt Sherry, I noticed Uncle John’s car parked outside just now.”

Caprice chimed in with an enthusiastic nod, “Yeah, we saw him!”

Sylvia stirred. She quickly approached the door to shut it. Before she managed to close the door, two tiny figures

bolted through the slit just in time.

It was Isabel and Flint. Isabel wore a dress identical to Caprice’s while Flint was dressed in a handsome

suit.

As soon as they entered, Isabel clamped the door shut by throwing her weight against it. She immediately cried out

excitedly. “Mommy, Uncle John is coming. Hold the door!”

Flint added, “Yeah, I saw Uncle John. We can’t let him in just yet!”

Isabel echoed, “That’s right!”

The two had run into the room as fast as they could and were still gasping for breath.

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Sylvia chuckled. “Alright!”

She produced a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on their foreheads, then she instructed them, “I’ll leave you in

charge of holding the door, okay?”

Both Flint and Isabel chirped brightly. “Okay!”

Sylvia returned to Sherry with a smile and gently took her hand.

Sherry smiled at her.

Soon, they heard a rush of footsteps approaching.

Thump, thump, thump…

It was immediately followed by a knock on the door.

Isabel and Flint turned to each other with a fever in their eyes. Isabel crossed her arms and shouted, Who is it?”

“It’s me, Uncle John. We came here together, remember?” They heard John’s deep voice permeate through the

door.

Something gleamed in Isabel’s eyes. She cried out again, “All I remember is coming here with fatty Flinty. Who is

Uncle John?”

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