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.

Isabel was sleeping in Roland’s arms,

woke her up and it irritated

The director told me to inform you that someone from Westchester

regulated

don’t know, but the director looked serious when he told me. Maybe

Someone important?

or a sponsor

right there. Give me a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

sat herself up.

leaning on the bed and looking at her.

and beautiful, making him look

go out for a while.

and

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

was waiting for

looked at her neck. She grinned mischievously and then said, “Isabel, the person the director mentioned is waiting for

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

her hair up, and headed down to the coffee shop.

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