Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2047

Carla eyed Isabel suspiciously. "Is that handsome man over there here to see you?"

Isabel waved her off. 'Yeah, just go in first. Also, help me get those girls crowded by the window out of here as well.” “Understood, I'll head in right now."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Carla went into the hotel and said something to the host of actresses gathered by the window and got them to follow her to give Isabel some privacy.

Meanwhile, Roland walked up to Isabel with the umbrella in hand. He stepped close enough so the umbrella covered both of them.

The two stood very close together under the limited space the umbrella offered.

Isabel could see his face up close. She felt hot all over. With a soft cough, she asked, "Why are you here?”

Roland looked at her with an unchanging expression. "| came to see you."

He lifted the bag in his other hand. "My mother told me to bring some snacks for you to eat."

Isabel's eyes glittered, and she hurriedly took the bag with the snacks and said gratefully, "Thank her for me, please."

Martha was nothing short of a master chef. Not only was the food she made delicious, but even the common snacks she made were several tiers above the other snacks she usually ate. They were Southboro-style snacks.

She had shared the snacks Martha gave her several days ago with her fellow actors on the set, and they had nothing but praises and gobbled everything before she could have her fill herself.

Roland noticed the flash of joy on her face, and his expression seemed to soften briefly as he nodded and grunted. Then, the atmosphere suddenly grew awkward. The only sound they heard was the light patter of the rain against the umbrella.

Isabel started to feel a little awkward with him staring at her. She turned to the side to avoid facing him. She stared at the rain and said dismissively, "Is there anything else you need? If not, you can go home now.”

While her tone sounded rather distant, the chilly weather accentuated the coldness in her voice.

Roland frowned and asked, "Did | hurt you that night?"

Isabel suddenly turned to him when she heard this, and her face wrenched in embarrassment. "What are you talking about?!" She was not made of glass although she had to admit he had been rather rough with her that night.

"Then, why have you been ignoring me these past two days?

’ Roland asked in a puzzled voice.

Isabel immediately avoided his gaze. "I... I've been too busy these two days, and | didn't have my phone with me. | didn't reply to your messages because | didn't even see them.”

Roland took half a step towards her, becoming even closer to her now than before.

He looked into her flickering eyes and asked accusingly, "If you didn't have your phone with you, how did you manage to post videos of you on the set with the other actors?"

Isabel could feel her heart drop.

To avoid having to reply to his text, she had been careful to not post anything on her personal page, but she forgot about her official page!

He must have seen the posts on her official page!

Her mind raced frantically for an excuse and she stammered, "Carla took the video for me, and she posted them on my official page."

Roland stayed silent.

Even though he did not speak, Isabel could feel her heartbeat pulsing rapidly in her ears. It must be her guilt eating away at her. Upon sensing his prolonged silence, she darted a glance at him. She immediately met the clear and earnest look in his eyes.

He stared intently at her, and when he made eye contact with her, he smiled coyly and stated, "You mentioned that you would take responsibility after what happened that night."

Isabel felt her voice caught in her throat, at a loss for what to say.

Roland pressed her, "Aren't you going to take responsibility now?"

His voice was sharp.

A gust of chilly wind blew past them that made Isabel shrink from the cold as she explained wryly, ' No, that's not what | meant."

"Then, what did you mean?"

“Roland, |... | wasn't myself that night. I... I'm sorry, | didn't mean to force you to... with me... His eyes gleamed with cold as he interrupted her, "So, you’re saying that we should pretend that night did not happen at all?’

Isabel could not find the words to explain what was going through her mind, but one thing she knew for certain was that she did not want Roland to be upset with her. She did not want him to think that she was that kind of woman, so she explained frantically, No, no. | just didn’t know how to face you again after what we did.”