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.

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

Roland stiffened.

looked at Isabel with a new sharpness within

closed her eyes to

at her queerly.

a while, he let go of her at last. He stared intently at her and observed how vulnerable she looked, as well

meekly,

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

him and watched as he inched his lips closer

going to kiss her, he suddenly stopped. His mesmerizing eyes were only inches away from hers. His lips hovered over hers while he stopped approaching.

Isabel frowned.

fully aware of

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

to

forward and kissed him.

locked together. It did not

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

there no

by this and pulled away to

into her confounded eyes. His lips slowly formed into

her cheeks growing