Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2085

Confused, Isabel looked at him. "Why aren't you eating?”

Roland looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "! don't want to eat this."

"Then what do you want to eat?" she asked.

Roland pursed his lips. "You."

Isabel's eyes widened. Before she could react, his handsome face moved closer to her face and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was so strong that it felt like he was chewing on her lips.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Even though he was walking into the room, his eyes never left her.

Isabel, on the other hand, had not eaten enough.

Knock, knock.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Knocks came from the door but Isabel was sleeping in Roland's arms, drenched in sweat. The knocks woke her up and it irritated her. She bellowed, "Who is it?!"

Clara said in a small voice, "Isabel, it's me. The director told me to inform you that someone from Westchester is here to see you."

Isabel pursed her lips and regulated her temper. "Who is it?"

"| don't know, but the director looked serious when he told me. Maybe it's someone important," Clara said. Someone important?

Aveteran actor or a sponsor of the industry?

"Got it. I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes."

"Okay."

Isabel sat herself up.

Roland was half naked, leaning on the bed and looking at her.

His eyes were clear and beautiful, making him look extremely handsome.

Isabel pinched his face and said affectionately, "Someone is looking for me. | have to go out for a while. You stay here and wait for me to come back."

Roland pursed his lips and hummed a reply. Isabel got out of bed, got dressed, and went out of the room. Clara was waiting for her outside.

When Isabel came out, Clara looked at her neck. She grinned mischievously and then said, "Isabel, the person the director mentioned is waiting for you at the coffee shop downstairs."

Isabel was curious about who it was, so she did not spot Clara's mischievous and ridiculing gaze.

She buttoned her collar, tied her hair up, and headed down to the coffee shop.

Other than the waiter behind the bar counter, there was only a young woman covered in branded items waiting at one of the tables.

She turned her back to the entrance.

When Isabel walked up to her, the woman turned around.

Her beautiful face had a faint smile on her.

She might look polite but her expression spelled superiority.

Isabel had a clear look on her face and was shocked. "Clarice Houston?”

She was Decker's fiancee, the young mistress of the wealthy family of Southboro, the Houstons.

Five years ago, when Isabel had amnesia, she barged into Decker and Clarice’s engagement party and saw her. Clarice frowned and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

Other than her family, no one else called her full name before in her face.

Isabel was just a famous movie star but it did not mean she could cross the line and be rude.

The rude Isabel sat down opposite her before she could say a word and asked, "Why are you here?”

Clarice's expression turned cold. "Isabel Ross, is that how you greet and treat people usually?"