Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

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

"We just... I’m not sure you can

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

what was that about how she could not handle

was not as fragile as he made her out to

soup and inched toward her,

that, she was instantly

…

wanted to wash the dishes,

the kitchen, and

there were some pots that were better suited to be washed by hand instead of with the dishwasher. He tossed them into the sink and bent over the sink, beginning to wash them scrupulously.

felt an itch climbing along her hands. She could not resist the urge anymore, so she succumbed to her desire and hugged him from

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.”

wash the dishes while nonchalantly

smiled faintly. She could

hugging him from behind, her hands fondling his muscular chest and

Roland had finished washing everything and arranged them neatly to dry. He stood up