No, she had to get these whimsical thoughts out of her mind.

This was the same thing as what happened with Decker five years ago. She had imagined herself spending the rest of her life until she got stabbed in the back. Decker had gone and got engaged to another woman just so that he could elevate his social status. He had even struck her across the face when she confronted him about it.

However, Roland was nothing like Decker. Not only was he a very competent man, but he was also very considerate and took excellent care of her. Then again, he knew her true identity…

She knew that Roland was not Decker, but her previous trauma was too great to ignore.

She decided to stop worrying about the future and focus on the present. She put her mind off these troublesome thoughts for the moment.

Roland emerged from the kitchen. He neatly set their meal on the dining table and promptly sat down with her. He attentively passed her a plate filled with food and another bowl of soup before picking up the utensils himself.

Isabel stared at the soup oozing hot steam atop it and muttered, “It’s hot.”

Roland glanced at her, then he picked up the bowl and blew at it to cool it down.

Isabel was very direct this time. "I want you to feed me."

Roland asked cautiously, “With my mouth?”

His ears turned red.

stifled a smile and said, "Yes."

just... I’m not sure you can handle

well. She swatted at him and cried out shyly, "What are you thinking about? I just wanted to

that about how she could

fragile as he made her out to

she could further protest, Roland drank a spoonful of soup and inched toward

like that, she was instantly

the dishes,

the

washed by hand instead of with the dishwasher. He tossed them into the sink and bent over the sink, beginning to wash them

an itch climbing along her hands. She could not resist the urge anymore, so she succumbed to her

He stiffened.

She found something to say so that Roland would not think that she was hatching perverted ideas again. “You must be very tired.”

to wash the dishes while nonchalantly remarking, “Don’t

She could be gullible at times.

his muscular chest and stomach through the fabric of the shirt the entire time.

washing everything and arranged them neatly to

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