Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

There was a still look in Roland’s eyes as he looked at Isabel.

Isabel withdrew her hand and approached the sink.

She turned on the faucet and doused her hand in cold water with her back facing Roland.

There was a mirror in front of the sink, so she caught a brief hint of Roland’s reflection in it.

While washing her hands, she subtly inspected his reflection in the mirror.

She saw Roland staring at her from behind for several seconds before he went to pour the contents of the pot into a bowl.

His movements were practiced and graceful.

Isabel snuck another look at his face.

He seemed very focused on his task and did not seem to be thinking about anything else.

He probably did not think much of it when she grazed her fingers against his palms.

With that, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, she wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

set the food on the table

he noticed Isabel stepping out of the kitchen, he asked in concern, "Is your hand okay?” “Much better." Isabel waved her hands in front of him

tips of her fingers seem to glisten

Roland pursed his lips and gulped, the bulb in his throat

as she sat down and started to

began to dig in as

Isabel contentedly set aside her spoon and fork before turning to him "Roland,

to overstay my welcome, but your mom went out of her way

if I didn’t respond kindly to her

shame to say no toa chance to eat such delicacies every

to move back to her place so long as

a sincere

calmly and merely grunted, “Hm.” Then, he

bothered by

him, "I won't just be

to tell me if you need help with anything.” “There are a few things I could use your help with.” “What's up?"

finish the food without

the toilet real quick.” She quickly retreated

at

smirk formed on the corner of his lips

stepped out of her room again after her