Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2052

Their lips were glued to each other's as they went at it for a while.

The temperature inside the car was rising rapidly, it was quickly getting hot and steamy inside. That was when Roland let go.

With her cheeks completely covered in red, she asked brazenly, "What are you doing?"

"This isn't a good place," he said in a raspy, suppressed voice.

He thought this place was too small and cramped for it?

Fair enough, she was not sure about doing it here either.

She only kissed him because she did not want to lose face as she wanted to be in control. She knew better than to say it, so she squinted playfully and teased him," What, you don’t want to continue?" Roland admitted quite frankly, "Yeah."

She scoffed and gently nudged him away before sitting up. She declared proudly, "Just remember that you're the one who said no so I'll let you off the hook this time. Next time, | won't be so merciful no matter the location!"

She put on a haughty display like she was the one in control.

Roland pursed his lips to try to suppress a smile as he replied, " Understood." "I'm going back into the hotel for now, why don't you go home too?"

"Sure."

Isabel smoothed out her clothes and opened the door. She walked outside with her head held high as if nothing had happened at all.

Roland could not help but laugh and chuckle at the sight.

After ensuring she had walked into the hotel, he smoothed out his clothes as well and drove off.

Isabel had scenes to shoot nearly every day.

When things progressed well, she could wrap up as early as the evening.

Sometimes when there were some hiccups, she would have to stay on set until late at night.

There were also some scenes scheduled at night, which meant she would have to get up in the middle of the night for them. This meant her working and resting hours were very sporadic.

Despite that, she would see Roland waiting for her in front of the hotel every two days.

He would always bring her something every time he came to visit. Sometimes, it was food that Martha made for her while other times he would buy something from downtown for her to eat.

They would spend time in the car.

He seldom spoke at all. He would just spend the duration watching her eat, then he would wipe her mouth with a clean handkerchief.

After Isabel had her fill, she would pull him into her and kiss him, sometimes teasing him a little. He would always scantly react to her teasing, but his reddened ears gave him away everytime. Isabel loved to see his reaction.

Then, on one certain night two days away from his last routine visit.

Isabel had texted him earlier during the day to inform him that she had a scene scheduled at night and that he did not have to make the trip tonight since she was busy.

To her surprise, after they wrapped up the shoot past midnight at around three, she saw him standing outside the hotel entrance. He carried a tray of food and perched next to his car waiting for her.

She was surprised to see him showing up at all.

Due to how regularly he showed up, most of the crew members were aware of his existence as well.

When the other actors who got back to the hotel noticed him, they tacitly quickened their pace to walk into the hotel, giving Isabel some privacy.

Carla and the bodyguard entered the hotel as well.

Leaving nobody but the couple outside.

Isabel did not hold back this time. She pranced toward him and threw herself into his arms.

She wrapped her arms firmly around his waist, then she turned up to look at him. "Didn't | tell you that you didn’t have to come?" Roland spoke softly, "I've just finished my work too."Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She frowned upon hearing this. "That busy?"

"Something urgent came up with our current project that | had to deal with.”

The moment she heard about work, her head began to ache. She nodded disinterestedly and dropped the subject, then she reached for the tray of food that he bought for her.

Roland promptly opened the door for her. Isabel got inside, then Roland entered as well, the couple huddled together in the backseat. The food in the tray was still hot, and Roland bought her her favorite.

There were two forks inside. She handed one to Roland and took one for herself, then she set the tray on her lap and offered graciously, ‘Let's eat together."

He must not have eaten anything at all. Roland smiled and obliged. "Okay." They ate in silence and finished everything very quickly.

Just like their past few meetings, Roland grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her lips clean.