Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

In the evening, upon seeing that it was almost time, Sylvia got dressed and was prepared to go to the ball.

Unexpectedly, Tristan turned up at her doorstep to pick her up.

Sylvia had just walked out of the door when she saw him. He was leaning suavely against his car in a slim-fit suit.

Sylvia was taken aback by the sight of him. Tristan was also similarly startled when he noticed her outfit. Although she was dressed a little more refined than usual, she was still rather underdressed for the occasion.

He quickly wiped the look off his face and asked, “Hey, Sylvia, are you ready?” Sylvia replied, “Yeap.” “Then, let’s go.” Since he had taken the time to drive here, Sylvia was not going to turn him away, so she got into his car.

They drove to the venue of the ball, but not before stopping outside a private designer boutique. Sylvia was perplexed. “Tristan, what are you bringing me here for?” Tristan cast a look at her, sizing her up and down. Then, he said with a faint smile, “You’re not going to the ball dressed like this, are you?”

Sylvia was a little offended. “Can’t I dress like this?”

“Sure, you can dress like this on any other regular day, but we’re going to a dance ball where many important people will be present. If you attend dressed like this, it’s going to reflect poorly on me since you’re my employee, and I’ll get made fun of.”

He was already opening the door as he said this.

Sylvia frowned. Left without a choice, she hesitantly stepped out of the car to follow him.

The boutique owner immediately stepped up to greet Tristan who was a distinguished guest here. Tristan asked the designer to choose a fitting dress for Sylvia.

The boss looked at Sylvia, then at Tristan again with a quizzical look. Shortly after that, he presented Sylvia with a light pink dress that cinched at the waist.

The dress had only one shoulder strap, which was adorned with beautiful blooming flowers. Layered with multiple folds streaming from top to bottom, it was a particularly artistic design choice, and though the color of the dress was on the brighter end, it was not to the point of flamboyance. After Sylvia put on the dress, they styled her hair for her and touched up her makeup. They had her long hair curled masterfully, so the end product was several beautiful layers of wavy hair resting at shoulder length. They touched up her makeup with a slightly pink hue which matched the color of her dress,

giving her a vibrant and youthful look.

Tristan was visibly pleased with the finished work and looked at her with a satisfied smile.

Sylvia was only an employee to him, so she knew better than to protest. After everything was settled, they went to the ball.

The ball was held in a private manor.

By the time Sylvia arrived with Tristan, the parking lot was already packed full of cars.

Tristan stepped out of the car first and went to Sylvia’s side to open the door for her, the way a gentleman would. On top of being a dashing man, he was also the heralded lord of the Ledgers. His presence immediately drew the attention of many people present.

When Sylvia stepped out of the car, she immediately felt countless scrutinizing gazes drawn to her, making her uncomfortable.

Before marrying Odell, her father had always treated her with much indifference. Her stepmother rarely took her to any places at all, much less a venue of such importance and scale. Even after marrying Odell, she was still treated like a stranger and had still never attended such events.

Sylvia subconsciously hid behind Tristan. Since he was her boss, there should be no problem with using him as her shield. Tristan frowned subtly and spun around to grab her by her arm, but Sylvia immediately tried to pull her hand away.

He looked at her and smiled. “Just take my hand. They’re not going to think much of it.”

Sylvia swiped a glance at the entrance and saw that most of the attendees entered in pairs. Most of the ladies attending were holding on to the arm of their respective male partners.

She did not hesitate any longer and politely took Tristan’s arm.

He smirked with pleasure and walked into the venue with her.

Immediately after entering, a group of people flocked to him to greet him one after another. Tristan took the time to introduce Sylvia to them.

Since everyone came from similar fields, it was easy to strike up a conversation. Sylvia was very cordial and engaged in pleasant conversation with them.

Soon, the ball officially commenced.

The host took a microphone and proclaimed in an energetic voice, “Now, which wonderful couple would like to help us kick off the evening with the first dance?”

There was a commotion in the crowd as many people wanted to go first. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The host had a hard time deciding and finally concluded, “In that case, we shall let the spotlight decide for us. Whoever the spotlight lands on shall dance first. How about that?” “Alright, no problem!”