Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

They ended the call shortly after that.

Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away.

Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?"

Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away."

Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears.

She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!”

Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her.

Soon, Martha began to collect herself.

She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!”

"Okay. But Roland will be home and I told him that we’re eating barbecue and having some beer to drink tonight. How about we go shopping together after dinner?"

“Alright, whatever you say, let’s go shopping after dinner!”

…

Roland returned

This was because they all had far too much to drink during their barbecue

were helping her back to her room, she

the bed with Roland and watched over her.

finished a glass of hot tea and eventually dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

walked down the corridor and returned to

her into the room and looked at her with longing eyes. "Isabel, can I sleep in your room tonight?"

since the two had barely spent time

and smiled flirtatiously.

before pushing

…

middle of the night, after they had time to catch their breath.

shut, she was about to pass out

tapped

she asked grouchily.

tapped her forehead again and said softly, "Isabel,

“What is it?”

with me to the company tomorrow, there’s an agreement I need you to

was so tired that she hardly had the energy left to process what was said, she asked sleepily, “What kind of agreement?”