Chapter 815

Chapter 815

The black sports car sprinted like the wind in the night and soon arrived at Sylvia's place. The car stopped in front of the gate.

Odell wound down the window and shot a deep gaze at her house.

The lights on the second floor were still on.

It was almost 10:00 p.m. and being a pregnant woman, why was she still awake?

She no longer painted or sculpted. What was she doing up?

Was she thinking about the man who abandoned her?

His eyes turned frosty and he decided to call her.

The dial tone went on for a while before she picked up.

“Odell? What is it?” she asked in a small voice.

Her voice sounded rough, seemingly awoken from her sleep.

The frosty look on his face eased up a little. He asked, “ What are you doing?”

“I'm sleeping.”

“Are you sure?”

“lm sure...”

What else could she be doing if not sleeping? Dreaming with her eyes closed?

“Then why are your lights on?” “I forgot to switch them off.” A second of silence later, she asked out of curiosity, “How did you

know my lights are on? Are you outside?” “No. I’m taking a wild guess,” he lied without even blinking.

“Then what is this about?”

“| heard you're not coming over starting tomorrow. What's wrong?” “Yeah, my belly is acting up. | want to rest at home for a few

days.” “Why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

Asecond of hesitation later, she said, “I did and the doctor suggested that | stay at home for a few days, and don’t move around

too much.”

“It's not because of something else?”

A few more seconds of hesitation later, she said, “No.”

Odell stared at her room and his expression turned grim.

If it was the truth, she would not have hesitated! She

must be lying! “Is there something else?” she asked softly after a few seconds.

He pursed his lips coldly and hung up the phone.

The black sports car then drove away.

Back in Sylvia's room, she had been standing by the window when she received the call and through the seam, she saw the

black sports car drive off and disappear into the junction. The car sprinted off quickly like the wind.

Sylvia’s anxiety rose.

Why would Odell be in front of her house?

Had he found out about Madam Springsteen? No, it should not be. Madam Springsteen would never have let him know what she

did.

He must have overheard the kids and learned that she would not be coming starting tomorrow, hence the late night visit and the

strange call. Some careful thought later, she texted him.

“It's late now. Drive slowly.”

She knew he always drove fast and she was worried that something might happen to him.

Inside the sprinting sports car, the phone buzzed and the screen lit up.

The man had a glance and saw the text from her. He slowed down and picked his phone up for a glance. His gloomy expression

brightened up a bit. Why would she text him about his safety? Was she worried?

It was then a blinding light shone from the side and when he turned around, a huge truck already filled his sight.

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