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
Their lips were glued to each other’s as they went at it for a while. The temperature inside the car was rising rapidly, it was quickly getting hot and steamy inside. That was when Roland let go. With her cheeks completely covered in red, she asked brazenly, “What are you doing?” “This isn’t a good place,” he said in a raspy, suppressed voice. He thought this place was too small and cramped for it? Fair enough, she was not sure about doing it here either. She only kissed him because she did not want to lose face as she wanted to be in control. She knew better than to say it, so she squinted playfully and teased him, “What, you don’t want to continue?” Roland admitted quite frankly, “Yeah.” She scoffed and gently nudged him away before sitting up. She declared proudly, “Just remember that you’re the one who said no so I’ll let you off the hook this time. Next time, I won’t be so merciful no matter the location!” She put on a haughty display like she was
Isabel held his hand tenderly and played with the heart of his palm. Roland was calm at first, but after a while, his ears began to turn red. Isabel snickered at the sight. He looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What are you laughing at?" She motioned him over. “Come closer and I’ll tell you.” Roland hesitated briefly before bowing his head closer. Isabel drew herself closer toward him as well, their cheeks brushed against each other. Then, she gently nibbled his ear with her teeth. Roland seemed to gasp at the touch of her teeth. He stiffened up. Even his breathing began to turn erratic. Isabel was so absorbed in teasing him that she did not sense the looming danger. After nibbling his ears a few more times, she whispered breathily into his ear, "I'm laughing because your ears are turning red." Roland was silent. Was he upset? She turned to him to get a closer look at his face, and that was when he suddenly grabbed her by her waist. H