Isabel certainly took her time. It was not so much that she wanted to keep Martha waiting, but there were countless marks on her neck left behind from the activity last night. She scrambled for a way to cover them, but all the clothes she had were no good for the task, so she ended up wrapping a scarf around her neck. Upon seeing Isabel come out of the room at last, Martha quickly brought her a bowl of soup as well as a healthy portion of food. She motioned with a smile. "Isabel, you must be starving. Have a seat and dig in.” Isabel smiled awkwardly. "Aunt Martha, where's Roland?" It did not seem like he was inside the house at all Had he stormed off because he was upset with her? “Roland went to work." Martha glanced at the silk scarf tied around her neck and remarked, "He didn't mean to leave you behind. He’s been waiting for you to wake up since this morning. Then, he received several phone calls from work and had no choice but to leave to attend to something impor
Isabel heaved a sigh of relief. Through sheer will, she made herself forget about the passionate scenes from last night replaying in her mind endlessly. She was truly unlucky to have met someone as scummy as Decker. As if his cheating on her five years ago and slapping her was not enough, he tried to do something so vile to her last night! Although his plans were foiled, she was still upset that it happened at all. More importantly, she did not know how she was ever going to face Roland again! Ahh, how embarrassing! Ding! Suddenly, her phone rang. She reached for her phone and immediately recognized the name on the display: Roland. The name immediately spurred memories from last night, of scenes of him kissing her hungrily. Even now, she could recall the heat of his sweat trickling onto her cheeks. Her hands trembled, and the phone slipped out of her hand and landed on her thigh. “Isabel, are you okay?" Carla asked worriedly. The two bodyguards turne
The director’s primary concern was not so much that Isabel could have had some indecent affair with Decker. He was more concerned about Isabel having chased Decker off by hitting him or worse. Isabel immediately put her acting skills to practice. She flashed a look of confusion. "What? Decker left last night?" The director seemed startled by this as well. “Do you know where he went off to?” Isabel replied calmly, "I wouldn’t know." It was the truth. She had no idea where Decker went off to after Roland took her away. "Okay, I'll call back and check up on him. I’ll let you go prepare for your scene.” “Sure.” She went to her hotel room. It was a decent and remarkably large room. After briefly unpacking her luggage, she walked out of her room and went to the designated area where the actors would get their makeup done. Unfortunately for her, her costumes for the scenes today were all shirts without collars, which meant there was no way she could hide her hickey
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.” 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. “I 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
A flash of light darted across his dark eyes. After a moment, he restored his usual calm demeanor. “Well, here I am right in front of you now. Will you tell me how you plan to claim responsibility for that night?" Isabel bit her lip. She had been thinking about this endlessly over the past two days. Before he showed up, she even considered buying his silence with a huge cheque and tell him to forget about it, but now that she was facing him and looking at his handsome face, she realized she could not bear to hurt him and could not get the words out. Doing that was almost certain to wound his pride and feelings. She opted for a direct approach instead. “How do you expect me to take responsibility?” She wore a stout, serious expression that held a strange contrast with her doll-like appearance. Roland looked at her silently for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head close toward her. At the same time, he cupped her chin with his palms. Isabel could feel the w
Then, Roland gently brushed his fingers against Isabel’s cheeks, and the pitch of his voice dropped slightly. "I'm going now. I'll come to visit you another day." With that, he stepped out from the shade of the umbrella. Isabel held back a smile and stared at his quickly departing figure as he trotted toward the car parked by the side of the road. It was only after she watched him open the door and get inside, then drive away that she finally stepped back into the hotel. She had only just stepped inside and barely had time to put away the umbrella when Carla rushed to her. She looked at Isabel with a wicked smile on her face. “Who is that man? You were just with him for a while, and your face is already so red. What’s with that?” she asked as she helped Isabel put the umbrella away. Isabel looked around and noticed the group of actresses who were gathered by the window just now and gawking at the handsome Roland. It looked like they were out of earshot, so she deemed
Meanwhile, in the hotel Decker was staying at, he was swiping on his phone and reading the discussions about Isabel’s rumored relationship. A gloomy look showed on his face. Then, his assistant called him. He promptly answered and put the phone to his ear, "What is it?” The assistant told him cordially, “Sir, we found Mr. Rockwell.” His expression immediately shifted. "Where is he now?" The assistant informed him cautiously, "He's working at Carter Corporation as the president.” Decker scowled. The President of Carter Corporation. His face darkened gravely when he recalled the way Isabel had thrown herself at Roland when she was drugged the other night. This explained how Isabel managed to take back the female lead that he initially seized from her and gave to Isabella. So, this was the sort of man she had backing her. They have been together since a while ago! This introduced some more questions. "Why did the Carters install an outsider as the president
Roland entered the car after her. The five-seater car was made by an international manufacturer and looked brand-new. This did not seem like the same car he drove here two days ago. Isabel asked curiously, "Is this a new car?” “Yeah.” "Why aren’t you using the company's car?" "I didn’t want to drive the company car to see you.” Isabel seemed startled by the response. Roland peered into her eyes without a word. There was not a hint of indecent ideas in the clear sparkle of his eyes and yet, Isabel was too shy to stare into them for too long. She distracted herself by opening the food container and began munching at its contents. The snacks Martha made for her this time were different from the ones she usually made, but they were just as delicious. She could not stop eating once she started. Roland watched her silently. The sound of her teeth clacking against the food was the only noise inside the car. Isabel could not bear the silence anymor