Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

“Roland, I feel terrible.” She suddenly felt vulnerable when she burrowed herself into his solid chest.

Roland set aside the book and turned to cast a look at her.

There was not a trace of emotion in her eyes, but one could tell from her lack of expression that she was tired of it all.

Roland pulled her in closer. “Sleep. You’ll feel better after you get some rest.”

Isabel nodded without a word.

Sheltered in his warmth, it did not take long at all for her to fall asleep. She must have been more tired than she thought, which was not surprising considering how long she had tussled with Roland in bed just now.

The night was silent.

There was only a dim bedside lamp left on in the bedroom. Roland sat silently against the head of the bed. He only managed to ease up a little after ensuring that Isabel had fallen asleep.

However, his brows shaped into a frown again shortly after. He was thinking about how Isabel told her family that she was at a friend’s place.

she reluctant to tell her family about their

…

place, after coming home from the fashion show, she had been glued to her phone the entire time, unable to take her eyes off the stream of

a recliner positioned in front of a magnificent French window. She held a glass of red wine in one hand and her phone in

to give credit where it was due because their efforts

a stage where no

dress was a trending subject everywhere, and a lot of netizens felt very strongly about what was happening. The public outcry was very fervent and they said things like “Isabel does not deserve

made sure to pay some media outlets to further incite public sentiment against

circles trying to find some way

she

Ring!

her phone rang.

was her

answered, "What's the matter?"

She wants us to let Isabel off the hook and says that we