Chapter 1011

Chapter 1011

Seeing that Odell got her out of a fix during lunch, Sylvia decided to cut him some slack.

She put her hand on his.

The man’s dark brows on fleek and deep eyes reflected his surprise. However, the curl across his lips soon followed as he held

her hand. “Take your time. Watch your feet.”

Turning her head away, Sylvia paid him no heed.

Odell quietly curled his lips.

On the other side, John approached the shuttle bus after Odell.

Standing next to Sherry’s seat, John checked Sherry out from head to toe before asking with a smile, “Do you need my help to

get off the bus?”

As cheerfulness lifted from her face, Sherry mimicked his fake smile and replied with a question, “Are you willing to help me?”

“It would depend on whether you need it.”

“| need if you want to, but | don’t if you won't.” He was not the only one who had a way with words.

John never broke character with the grin. “I want if you need. | won't if you don’t.”

Sherry responded, “Ha... Why don’t you guess if | need it then?”

John snapped back. “You can guess if | want to.”

Sherry retorted, “I asked you first.”

John remarked, “I know. So?”

Sherry looked daggers at him.

Curling his lips, John smiled warmly.

Sylvia had gotten down from the vehicle and was twitching by the corner of his lips. It completely slipped her mind that the man

was still holding her hand.

Off the bus, Liam and Isabel lifted their chins as they, along with Flint in Sherry’s arms, watched the episode between John and

Sherry. Curiosity and confusion could be read in their eyes.

Awhile later, John and Sherry were still engaged in a stare-down.

Sylvia elbowed the man beside her so that the latter could remind John to get a move along.

Playing dumb, Odell brought her into his embrace and breathed into her ear. “What’s the matter?”

His husky voice and warm breath swirled into her ear, sending a numbing tingle under her skin.

Unamused, she pushed him and tried to break free, only for him to lock her tighter within his clutch.

Sylvia glared at him.

Odell observed John and Sherry with a straight face as if unaware that she was pushing him away.

He put his muscles to work and strapped her against his chest

the more Sylvia put up a fight. Rage overtook Sylvia as she tried to kick him, but Isabel’s innocent voice interrupted her from

picking up her leg. “Uncle John, Aunt Sherry, are you fighting ?”

Sherry turned her face away.

After a fleeting discomposure, John turned to Isabel with a smile. “No, we’re just asking each other questions.”

Isabel pursed her lips. “You better not. That's what we kids do. It’s childish for adults to bicker.”

John replied, “...Yeah. You’re right.”

Sherry remarked, “Ha.”

She then told John, “I want to carry my son down. Please move aside, and don’t get in my way.”

“You're very clumsy. You might bump the kid when you get down. It’s best that you give him to me.” While speaking, John

extended his hands to Flint.

Before Sherry could refuse, Flint leaned his head and his fleshy hands toward John.

Sherry, “...”

With a smirk, John brought Flint to his chest.

The little man snuggled up against his neck and started to act cute.

Lowering his head for a good look, John was caught in a daze.

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