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.

have looked slender, but they were

his chest, and she could feel his beating heart. It beat with a strong and steady rhythm.

them upstairs, and she could tell once they had

silence in her ears. Even after Roland had settled her into the

Where was Martha?

briefly and pretended to have just woken up. She slowly pried her eyes open and noticed Roland

sensed her gaze. He turned to her with a gentle smile. "Are you awake?"

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

went on a trip

at the food still steaming with heat on the table. “Who made these

made them before leaving."

touched by the gesture. Martha must have prepared food for them before going on

any more in the kitchen? Let me help you," Isabel said as she pulled herself off

rest.” He motioned

tone was gentle,

eager to run around the house just yet since she was still in a “depressed” state.

She returned to the table.

before everything was properly plated

the wonderful smell of freshly made

down the last dish and finally gave

sat down

spoke, "I want