Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2074

She wanted to know who managed to put together the surveillance footage. Perhaps this was the work of Amanda. Perhaps it was her parents and siblings who pulled through for her.

Her mind was so focused on this that she forgot that she was still clinging to Roland. Roland was holding her hip with one hand to keep her from falling. He stood motionlessly like a sturdy mountain the entire time. Isabel went through her messages.

Everyone was texting her. Amanda, Carla, Triss, and Ramona were congratulating her on finally having her name cleared of any further suspicions. They were all equally curious about the source of this miraculous footage.

This ruled out the possibility that it was the work of any of them.

Flint texted her as well. "| saw the video. Awesome work. No wonder you didn't want us to help you. You had it all under control this entire time."

Isabel frowned suspiciously. By saying this, was he implying that none of her family members had anything to do with the video? She replied with brutal honesty, "I didn't know about the existence of that video either. Are you sure it wasn't Dad or Liam?"

Flint replied shortly after, "No, Dad was just about to pull out all the stops and directly confront Isabella. Liam was going to pressure the media to stop spreading any negative news about you as well. Both of them barely had time to do that when that video suddenly surfaced and changed everything. Huh, | thought you were the one who found someone to pull out the surveillance footage for you."

Isabel frowned. It was neither Amanda, her friends nor any of her family members either, who could it have been? Suddenly, another possibility occurred to her.

Her mind replayed the scene after she left the fashion show last night and saw Roland in the car last night. He had taken her into his arms and comforted her in a reassuring voice, "Don't listen to what the people are saying. | will help you take care of this entire thing. Trust me."

What if... Her expression changed. She set aside her phone and turned her attention to Roland who was holding her in his arms.

She looked at his handsome face and gazed into his eyes which were filled with clarity. She stared intently into them and asked, “Was it you who leaked the video?"

Roland smiled faintly. "Yes."

From the very beginning, he believed that Isabel would not step on Isabella's skirt without a proper reason. He even managed to figure out that Isabella had to be involved with it somehow. Otherwise, he would not have gunned for the surveillance footage and managed to put together such a perfect compilation of the events to prove her innocence.

He was not merely saying empty words to comfort her last night. He meant every last word of it when he said he would take care of things for her.

She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. Something consumed her. She threw the phone onto the couch and immediately planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Roland was taken aback for a brief moment. He took back control immediately after that.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

By the time they broke away from the lust-filled kiss, they were already on the couch. As he pinned Isabel to the couch, her eyes were vulnerable and her cheeks flushed.

Roland looked at her with hungry eyes, like a beast ready to devour its prey. He teased her in a raspy voice, ‘The food is ready. Don’t you want to eat?"

"No." Isabel grabbed his collar and pulled him in closer as she said in a seductive voice, ‘There’s something else | want to eat right now."

As soon as she finished her sentence, she was muffled by his kiss, swiftly followed by the whole weight of his body pressing against her body.

Several hours later, the couple came out of the bedroom at last. Roland carried Isabel in his arms. He had to carry her because she barely had the strength to walk at this point.

They reached the dining table.

He set her down on the chair and poured her a cup of hot water for her and gestured. "Drink some water first. I'll heat up the food. It'll be done in a minute."

Isabel smiled. "Sure."

He went into the kitchen.

From where she sat, she had a good view of the man working inside the kitchen.

After taking several gulps of refreshing hot water, she glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

He wore a plain white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. She watched enamored at his tall and striking figure. He always had that calm, handsome look on his face that gave the impression of a young man who was unsullied by the evils of the world.

He was skilfully operating inside the kitchen, adeptly carrying different utensils around, flicking this stove and that on. He must have got all his practice in the kitchen after his father's passing.

She stared at him while slumped over at the dining table.

She suddenly found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to spend the rest of her life with Roland, and it sounded like a good life. Immediately after that, she shook herself awake to her senses.