Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2043

Roland gently brushed his fingers against Isabella's face and spoke in a low, gentle voice, "Isabella, I'm a businessman. That's what it is at the end of the day."

"| understand. | am the one who was too paranoid," Isabella said as she pressed closer into him, her voice quickly growing sultry. “Let me keep you company tonight.”

She drew her lips toward his neck while skillfully unbuttoning his collar with her hands. Decker's mind continued replaying the scene of Roland snatching Isabel away from him.

At the time, Isabel looked irresistible. He could remember how rosy her cheeks were, like the bright red shade of a ripe rose waiting to be plucked.

Only for Roland to swoop in and steal her away!

His face darkened as he suddenly shoved Isabella, who was just about to climb on top of him, away. Thump.

Isabella fell over on the couch and nearly landed on the floor.

She sat up feeling abashed, then she turned to Decker who had risen for the couch. She asked in a completely perplexed voice, unaware of what she had done wrong," What’s wrong? Was it something | said?"

As upset as he was, Isabella was still his woman at least for now. With that in mind, he made up an excuse, "I can't do this right now. | have a lot of work | need to do. Make sure you get some rest."

With that, he entered the study.

The moment he shut the door, Isabella scowled, and her expression darkened significantly. She frowned and thumped at the couch with her fists several times to vent.

They had been together for a while, so why did he refuse to touch her? Was she not pretty enough for him?

Had he taken a liking to Isabel and wanted to sleep with her instead?! She was filled with jealousy and spite at the thought.

"Isabel, who do you think you are?!"

She was the one who entered the scene first. What had Isabel done to deserve such popularity? What was it about her that made someone like Decker prefer her?

Achoo! Isabel sneezed loudly before snapping her eyes open.

The first thing she saw was the ceiling. Her head was muddled and she stared at it for a while before the memories of the last night jogged back into her mind. The first thing she remembered was the passionate, exciting scenes.

Her heart sank, and she quickly sat up and looked to her side.

The bed sheets were ruffled, but she was the only person in the room.

Where was Roland?

Had he never been here the entire time? Were the scenes running through her mind nothing but a dream? She moved her hands and her legs to get a grasp on reality. She was convinced that it was not a dream.

No. It had to be real.

She had done it with Roland last night.

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What if he fled out of shame?

Knock knock.

Suddenly, she heard a gentle knock on the door. She hurriedly pulled the quilt up to cover herself.

She heard Martha's gentle voice coming through the door," Isabel, are you awake? | made some soup for you. Drink it while it's hot. It's good for you."

Isabel was about to heave a sigh of relief when she sensed something off. Why was Martha suddenly making soup for her? What did she mean when she said it was good for her? Did she know about what she did with Roland last night?

She was suddenly filled with shame, and she coughed softly before answering, "Hey, Aunt Martha, I’m awake. I'll be there in a minute.”

Martha said with a cheerful pitch in her voice, "Okay, don't worry. Take your time getting ready."