Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Just as Roland was about to feed her another spoonful of soup, she suddenly pursed her lips and refused to open them again.

He asked perplexedly, “What’s wrong?”

“I want you to feed me,” she said quite frankly with a vulnerable look in her eyes.

Roland frowned, feeling rather confused.

Although he did not vocalize it, his thought was clearly written on his face: “Am I not feeding you already?”

Isabel made a face. "I want you to feed me directly using your mouth.”

He suddenly grew silent. Although he did not speak, his reddening ears gave him away.

Isabel continued to nudge him on, “If you don’t want to, then forget about it.”

She hung her head low.

Roland pursed his lips as well. He promptly moved the bowl of soup in front of him and took a sip, then he cupped Isabel’s face in his hands.

Her eyes glittered as he planted his lips onto hers.

She parted a small crack in her lips and felt the warm soup slowly guzzling into her mouth.

his lips again with a gentle kiss, as if she was trying to clean up every

Roland stiffened.

looked at Isabel with a new sharpness

perk up. She quickly closed her eyes to conceal the

looked at her queerly.

how vulnerable she looked, as well as at her full and bright red lips. He suddenly asked, “Do

meekly,

soup and drank a large mouthful

She fully submitted to him and watched as he inched his lips closer toward hers.

His mesmerizing eyes were only

Isabel frowned.

sad voice, fully aware of

at her without a word. Since he had his mouth full of soup, he could not speak

be it. If he was not going to do it, she would

and

not seem like he was

slowly grew upset. She used her teeth to forcefully pry his lips

there no

by this and pulled away to look

her, staring square into her confounded eyes.

felt her cheeks