Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife
Chapter 2014

Chapter 2014

Isabel promptly opened the door.

Roland was dressed in a suit, standing tall and straight as an arrow.

Isabel asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?" "My mother saw the news about you and got worried. She said she’s worried about you not having the appetite to eat, so she made me bring some homemade food for you.” He held up a bag filled with food in his hand.

Isabel's eyes sparked at the mention of food. She remarked, "Why didn't you just call me and ask me to come over? You didn't have to trouble yourself with delivering it yourself.”

Roland eyed her. "Do you want it or not?” "Of course, I do. Your mother made it for me, and you took the trouble of delivering it to me, so of course, I'll eat it."

With a smile, she stepped aside to let him into the house.

Roland carried the bag to the dining table and set it on top. Then, he carefully opened it and laid out the dishes one after another.

Isabel was going to tell him that she could do it himself, but he had already laid out all its contents along with two sets of cutlery. Then, he pulled a chairout for himself.

She asked curiously, "You haven't eaten as well?" "No." "Oh."

She did not think much of it. With that, she sat across from him and started eating.

The food was still steaming hot and utterly delicious.

She gobbled everything she could like a hungry wolf and did not lift her head off the plate until she had eaten her fill.

Roland was finished slightly earlier than her and had set aside his utensils.

Upon noticing that she had finished her portion, he asked, "Are you full?"

Tm full.” Isabel smiled gleefully.

She had eaten far more than usual because of how delicious the food was.

Roland made no further comment, then he proceeded to pack all the Tupperware into its original bag.

Isabel hurriedly stopped him. "Why don't you take them back home after I wash them for you?" His mother had kindly cooked for her and had Roland deliver it, so it was the least she could do for them as a thank-you for the kind gesture.

Roland peered at her. "Do you know how to wash them?"

Isabel made a face.

She... she had never washed dishes herself before.

Still, she insisted, "Well, we can't have your mother washing them, can we?"

That was outrageous!

"My mom wouldn't mind,” Roland clarified.

Isabel insisted, "I do.”

Roland stayed silent.

Isabel considered for a moment before asking reluctantly, "Do you know how to wash them?” Roland eyed her, "What's on your mind?"

Isabel smirked mischievously. "Well, I have everything we need to wash them in my kitchen, so how about you teach me?”

Roland agreed, "Okay."

He tucked all the dirty containers into the bag and waltzed into Isabel's kitchen.

She followed after him.

He tossed everything into the sink before putting on a pair of gloves. Then, he squeezed dishwashing liquid into a sponge and expertly cleaned everything thoroughly.

His movements were adept and swift.

Soon, everything was doused in bubbles from the dishwashing liquid. Then, he gave them a thorough rinse and wiped them clean before putting everything back into the bag. The job was done.

Or so it seemed. Isabel felt something was missing.

That was when Roland turned to her and asked, "So, have you learned how to wash yet?”

Isabel nodded affirmatively. "Yeah."

Except she had wanted to learn by washing the dishes herself instead of watching him do it for her. "Um..why don't you let me try washing them again myself this time?” she asked hesitantly. Roland was already taking off his gloves, and he said nonchalantly, "I've already washed them, so there's no point doing it again.”

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