Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Sylvia obviously garnered more attention than the other two veteran artists.

Tara reacted poorly to what she saw, but the two teachers beside her were still gushing about Sylvia. “Ms. Sunflower is so young and skilled. I bet she has a lot of admirers.”

“I wonder how many there are.”

The two of them then had a glance at Tara. One of them asked politely, “Ms. Avery, I heard you are from the art association as well. Do you know her?”

Tara forced a vague smile. “Yeah.” “Does she have a boyfriend then?” “What does her boyfriend do?” The two of them looked at Tara with the highest anticipation. Tara maintained her smile and said, “I’ve never heard of that before, and I don’t think she’s dating anyone.”

“No way. She’s as beautiful as those celebrities and she’s talented. How is that possible?”

“Yeah. Even you have a boyfriend like Odell Carter, Ms. Avery, so how could someone like her have no one at all?”

Tara’s expression turned frosty. The two teachers immediately noticed the reaction and realized that they overstepped the line. “Ms. Avery, we’re just saying. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Yeah. We are just surprised why Sunflower Bloom isn’t dating anyone. Someone as good as you should have a man like Master Carter, so it only makes sense for her to assume the same for Sunflower Bloom.”

Tara answered, “It’s fine. I’m okay with it.”

She had a smile on her face, but her fists were tightly clenched under her sleeves.

The two teachers then stopped gossiping and went into the lecture studio to join the students to watch Sylvia paint. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tara was left alone on the spot with a frosty expression and there was a murderous glint in her eyes.

Sylvia completed her painting in the afternoon.

The moment she put down her brush, she noticed that she was surrounded by the students.

She got up and gave them space to see her painting at a closer range. Salvadore and Pablo also completed their paintings around the same time. Salvadore painted a grand scenery of mountains and rivers whereas Pablo painted a portrait of someone. Their skills were self-explanatory as every stroke they landed on the canvas could be considered art in itself.

The students surrounded all three paintings like bees to honey and started taking pictures of the masterpieces. Suddenly, a familiar-looking girl approached Sylvia and enthusiastically asked her, “Ms. Ross, my friends and I love your sunflower painting. Can we get a picture of you together with your work?”

Sylvia recognized her almost immediately. The girl’s name was Harley and they had once shared the same room back at an event in Glanchester. Harley and her friends looked at Sylvia in expectation. She simply smiled and said, “Of course.”

Then, they moved closer to the sunflower painting and took a group photo. Their little request attracted the other students to do the same.

Soon, everyone started asking for pictures. The event only ended after the sky turned dark when most of the students had already left. Only Harley and some of the student representatives remained.

Christopher said, “I’ve booked us a table at a restaurant. Let’s go have dinner.”

Sylvia looked at the time. It was almost 7 p.m. Isabel and Liam must have gone home by now and would be having dinner. She pulled herself away from the group to call Isabel and told them she would visit later at night.

Then, she went to dinner with Christopher and the other artists. Little did she know, a pair of grudgeful eyes were watching her from the dark.