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.

the door but Isabel was sleeping in

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

a small voice, “Isabel, it’s me. The director told me to inform you that someone from Westchester is here to see you.”

her lips and regulated her temper. “Who is

the director looked serious when he told me. Maybe it’s

Someone important?

a sponsor of

there. Give

“Okay.”

sat herself

was half naked, leaning on the

and beautiful, making him look extremely

his face and said affectionately, “Someone is looking for me. I have to go out for a while. You stay here and

lips and hummed a reply.

got out of bed, got dressed, and went out of the

waiting 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

was, so she

tied her hair up, and headed down to

the waiter behind the bar counter, there was only a young woman covered