Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 2004

There was hardly any traffic at this hour.

Before long, they were nearing Isabel's residence.

She sat by the window and looked outside, her mind wandering. At one point, she spotted a handsome and familiar figure walking down the street, illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights.

"Slow down, Ben," she said to the driver.

The driver slowed down as he was told.

Isabel lowered the window to get a better look.

The young man was trotting down the street by himself, donned in a fitted suit. He stood tall and handsome, his stride steady.

On a night such as this, his melancholic figure looked like a prince that had been banished from his homeland and was wandering, looking for a place to belong. He exuded a fine charm around him that was entirely captivating and unique.

Isabel wondered if she had drunk a little more than she thought. She continued to lean out the window the longer she stared at the man until nearly her entire head was hanging out.

The car drew closer to the person.

Isabel recognized him.

"Roland?" she called out his name.

man turned around

eyes met, Isabel cried out in shock, "It is you! Why

"I just got

window with a

than respectable salary for his position and had a private driver assigned to him. Even if he did not want to buy a

more convenient

a short distance from the main office. Commuting by bus, one only needed to pass through a

and there was still a roughly five hundred meters walk to get to his place after being dropped off at the

could it not be more

choice, but since it was

car stopped beside

still leaning outside the car window. She asked out of curiosity, "Working till late today, aren't you? Are things

blank expression, "This is pretty much my regular hours except during the

suddenly felt a jab of guilt, as if she had

her for neglecting his duties and leaving him to take care of

nose and laughed dryly, "Well, I'm actually quite busy

Roland asked

she blurted out, "How could you say that? When have

on a sidewalk that was slightly elevated than the concrete road. The street lamp cast its light directly

can see it on your face. You've

touched her cheeks which were cool

out a small mirror from her bag to inspect her reflection, and that was when she noticed her

away the mirror before stating defensively, "It's for work. I just had a little to