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 she was trying to clean up every last drop of soup from

Roland stiffened.

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

quickly closed her eyes to conceal the smile

looked at her

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

meekly,

a large mouthful this time, then he lowered himself

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

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

Isabel frowned.

in a sad voice, fully aware of the effect this would

had his mouth full

be it. If he was not going to

inched forward and

his lips tightly locked together. It did not seem

She used her teeth to forcefully pry his lips apart. After some

there no

this and pulled away to

square into her confounded eyes. His lips

felt her cheeks