Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Her expression tightened abruptly.

"Decker?" She turned around and glared at him.

"This is the women's washroom.

What are you doing here?" Decker stood near the foot of the door with a wicked smile.

"I came to find you." As Isabel frowned, her gut feeling was telling her something was wrong.

She asked icily, "Did you spike my wine?” "As expected of my favorite Isabel, you’re as smart as I thought.” With that, he took a step towards her.

Isabel immediately cried out, "Stop! Don’t you dare come here!” Decker smiled wickedly and continued pressing on toward her.

He was tall and imposing.

Isabel had witnessed firsthand how strong he was that other night outside her house when he had pinned her to the wall.

There was no way she could fight him off.

Her two bodyguards were outside the hotel, and they were not going to be there to help her any time soon.

The effect of whatever Decker spiked her drink with was making her lose control of her body and her senses.

She clenched her hands tightly, then she cried out for help, “Help! Someone help me!” Not only was Decker completely unfazed, but he even began to laugh heartily.

''Isabel, you can cry all you want but nobody will hear you.

control here.” As soon as he said that, he

shoved

create an opening

did not

moment she tried to

swift jerk, he pulled her into

entire body tensed up as she

right now, or else things will end very badly for you!” Decker continued to hold onto her tightly,

know you hate me for getting engaged to

know you don’t think of anyone but

you couldn’t bear being

worry, I never blamed you and I will make

you don’t have to keep

and don’t worry about a thing.”

to wring herself free but her

did not know what he spiked her drink with, but it was making her

was afraid that her body would throw itself brazenly at him if she

him through her gritted teeth, "Decker,

I have

I would ever have any feelings for you again!” Decker suddenly stiffened

grimaced and regarded him

in a daze, there was still a clear flash of contempt inside her

not a trace

frowned, and