Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 2075

No, she had to get these whimsical thoughts out of her mind.

This was the same thing as what happened with Decker five years ago. She had imagined herself spending the rest of her life until she got stabbed in the back. Decker had gone and got engaged to another woman just so that he could elevate his social status. He had even struck her across the face when she confronted him about it.

However, Roland was nothing like Decker. Not only was he a very competent man, but he was also very considerate and took excellent care of her. Then again, he knew her true identity...

She knew that Roland was not Decker, but her previous trauma was too great to ignore.

She decided to stop worrying about the future and focus on the present. She put her mind off these troublesome thoughts for the moment.

Roland emerged from the kitchen. He neatly set their meal on the dining table and promptly sat down with her. He attentively passed her a plate filled with food and another bowl of soup before picking up the utensils himself.

Isabel stared at the soup oozing hot steam atop it and muttered, "It's hot."

Roland glanced at her, then he picked up the bowl and blew at it to cool it down.

Isabel was very direct this time. "I want you to feed me."

Roland asked cautiously, "With my mouth?"

His ears turned red.

smile

shyly. "We just... I’m not sure you can

red-hot as well. She swatted at him and cried out shyly, "What are you thinking about? I just

what was that about how she could not handle

as he made her

could further protest, Roland drank a spoonful of soup and inched toward

that, she was

dishes, but

dishes into the kitchen,

pots that were better suited to be washed by hand instead of with the dishwasher. He tossed them into the sink and bent over the sink, beginning to wash

his firm, shapely waist, and suddenly felt an itch climbing along her hands. She could not resist the urge

He stiffened.

rested against his back. She found something to say so that Roland would not think that she was hatching perverted ideas

the dishes while nonchalantly

smiled faintly. She could be gullible at

hands fondling his muscular chest and stomach through the fabric of the shirt

had finished washing everything and arranged them neatly