Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Confused, Isabel looked at him. “Why aren’t you eating?”

Roland looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, “I don’t want to eat this.”

“Then what do you want to eat?” she asked.

Roland pursed his lips. “You.”

Isabel’s eyes widened. Before she could react, his handsome face moved closer to her face and kissed her on the lips.

The kiss was so strong that it felt like he was chewing on her lips.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Even though he was walking into the room, his eyes never left her.

Isabel, on the other hand, had not eaten enough.

…

Knock, knock.

came from the door but Isabel was sleeping in Roland’s arms, drenched in

irritated her. She bellowed, “Who is it?!”

me to inform you that someone from Westchester is here to

regulated her temper. “Who is

the director looked serious when he told me. Maybe

Someone important?

or a

right there. Give me

“Okay.”

herself

naked, leaning on the

were clear and beautiful,

to go out for a while. You stay here and wait

lips and hummed a

dressed, and went out of

for her

came out, Clara looked at her neck. She grinned mischievously and then said, “Isabel, the person the director mentioned is waiting for you at the coffee shop downstairs.”

was, so she did not spot Clara’s mischievous and ridiculing gaze.

hair up, and headed

waiter behind the bar counter, there was only a young woman covered in branded items waiting at one