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.

to peck his lips again with a gentle kiss, as if she was trying to clean up every last drop of soup from his

Roland stiffened.

slowly opened his eyes and looked at Isabel with a new sharpness within them.

to perk up. She quickly closed her eyes to conceal the smile

looked at her

stared intently at her and observed how vulnerable she looked, as well as at her full and bright red lips. He suddenly asked, “Do you want more?”

meekly,

picked up the soup and drank a large mouthful this time, then

did not move. She fully submitted to him and watched as he inched his lips

mesmerizing eyes were only inches away from hers. His lips hovered over

Isabel frowned.

a sad voice, fully aware of the effect this would have on

not budge and continued staring at her without a word. Since he had his mouth full of soup, he could not speak even if he

he was not going to do it, she would

and

still kept his lips tightly locked together. It did not seem like he was going to open them for her.

by this and slowly grew upset. She used her teeth to forcefully pry

was there no soup at

thrown off by this and pulled away

staring square into her confounded eyes. His lips slowly formed into a smirk. “How’s the

cheeks