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.

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

Roland stiffened.

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

her eyes to conceal the smile behind

looked at

vulnerable she looked, as well as at her full and bright red lips. He

answered meekly, "Yes."

the soup and drank a large mouthful this time,

and watched as he inched his lips closer toward hers.

it seem like he was going to kiss her, he suddenly stopped. His mesmerizing eyes were only inches away

Isabel frowned.

whimpered in a sad voice, fully aware

and continued staring at her without a word. Since he had his mouth full of soup, he

going to do it, she would

and kissed him.

tightly locked together. It did not seem like he was going to open

upset. She used her teeth to forcefully pry his lips apart. After some effort at that, she

there no soup at

was thrown off by this and pulled away

into her confounded eyes. His lips slowly formed into a

felt her cheeks growing hot.