Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064 

The corners of Sylvia‘s mouth twitched, 

“That‘s true. When it comes to food, as long as it‘s simple and delicious, he isn‘t a fussy eater,‘ 

Sylvia ordered a few more dishes to make sure it was enough for two people, then handed the menu to the owner. 

Before long, the ingredients were served on the table. She was just about to pick up the tongs when a slender hand quickly took them away. 

It was the man sitting opposite her, 

With a calm expression, he held the plate with one hand and picked up the ingredients with the other. His action was methodical and skillful, just like a professional, 

Sylvia could not help but freeze, 

A short while later, Odell looked at her. “Stop spacing out. The food is ready.” 

She snapped back to her senses and went, “Oh.” Then, she picked up the food. 

After dipping it into the sauce, she placed it into her mouth. The spicy flavor exploded in her mouth. She 

immediately picked up two more pieces. 

“The beef is ready too,” he said to her again not long after that. 

“Okay.” Sylvia picked up the beef. 

The meat was tender and grilled to perfection. Sylvia ate several more pieces in a single breath. 

After a long time, she noticed that he was still grilling the meat without having eaten much, so she immediately felt embarrassed and said, “Continue grilling later. You should eat first.” 

“The heat right now is just nice,” Odell said and put another slice of meat on the grill. Sylvia pursed her lips. “Then, I‘ll do it. You eat.” 

She was just about to reach for the tongs again. 

Smack. 

Her hand was slapped in mid–air. 

Sylvia pursed her lips. 

The quarrel outside did not die down. 

The owner said apologetically, “Um... When you made a reservation this afternoon, I mentioned that I couldn‘t guarantee you a table in a private room.” 

“I don‘t care if you have a table available or not. Vacate a 

room for us right now, or you won‘t have to open this store ever again!” 

Sylvia frowned. ‘Isn‘t this man a bit too much?‘ 

Just as she was thinking about whether to go out to help the owner out, a familiar male voice rang out, “Forget it. I think the environment downstairs isn‘t bad either. There‘s no need to insist on a private room.” 

Because she thought that the voice sounded familiar, she perked up her ears. 

Soon, another familiar female voice came. “The smell of oil and smoke is too strong downstairs. I don‘t like it. Let‘s eat somewhere else instead.”