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.

sure to peck his lips again with a gentle kiss, as if

Roland stiffened.

and looked at Isabel with

her eyes to conceal the smile behind them.

at her

her at last. He stared intently at her and observed how vulnerable she looked, as well as at her full and

meekly,

and drank a large mouthful this time, then he lowered himself toward

She fully submitted to him and watched

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

Isabel frowned.

sad voice, fully aware of the effect this would

budge and continued staring at her without a word. Since he had his

to do it, she would

inched forward and kissed him.

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

puzzled by this and slowly grew upset. She used her teeth to forcefully pry his lips apart. After some effort

was there no soup

off by this and pulled away to

looking expectantly back at her, staring square into her confounded eyes. His lips slowly formed into a smirk. “How’s the soup?”

felt her cheeks growing hot.