Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Isabel was not sure how someone who was not even a part of the industry was supposed to help her, but she felt reassured nonetheless.

Something stirred inside her, and just like that, her restless mood was gone.

However, she still wanted Roland to pamper and console her more. She put on her best tearful expression and whimpered sadly, "But I still feel terrible."

Roland gently rubbed the back of her head and suggested, “Let me take you home. We can eat something nice.”

It was like he was coaxing a child.

Isabel had to suppress a laugh, and she gladly accepted the offer. She lay in the sweet warmth of his embrace throughout the entire drive.

Soon, the car was nearing his apartment complex. She suddenly had a bright idea and closed her eyes.

Roland looked down at her and noticed that she had fallen asleep.

Carla, who was seated in the passenger seat, turned around and noticed the asleep Isabel as well. She called out softly, “Isabel?”

"Don't wake her," Roland whispered.

Carla quickly zipped her lips, then she got out of the car and helped Roland open the door.

Isabel felt her weight shifting.

Roland gently pried her out of his arms and let her rest on the backseat. Then, he carefully shuffled out of the car before reaching back inside and taking her in his arms again.

arms may have looked slender, but they were stronger

she could feel his beating heart. It beat with a strong and

sound of the elevator bringing them upstairs, and she could tell once they had stepped into his place.

after Roland had settled her into the couch, she still did not

Where was Martha?

have just woken up. She slowly pried her eyes open and noticed Roland carrying food from

turned to her with a gentle smile. "Are you

Isabel sat up groggily and looked around. "Where's your mother? Isn't she home?"

on a trip with

the food still steaming with heat

made them before

by the gesture. Martha must have prepared

Let me help you," Isabel said as she pulled herself off the couch, only

rest.” He motioned

tone was gentle, Isabel could

herself that she could not be too eager to run around the house just yet since she was still in a “depressed”

She returned to the table.

everything was properly plated on the

wonderful smell of freshly made

set down the last dish and

sat down

spoke, "I want to sit