Confused, Isabel looked at him. “Why aren’t you eating?” Roland looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, “I 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. 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?” “I don’t know, but the director looked serious
Rude? Isabel’s expression turned bitter. “Clarice, if you’re here to cause a scene, then please excuse me.” Isabel wanted to leave, but Clarice stopped her by bellowing, “Just you wait!” Isabel froze and looked at her as if she was looking at an idiot. She then continued to walk toward the door. “Isabel Ross, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?!” Isabel was irritated. She turned around to Clarice and asked, “Clarice Houston, you’ve got a problem! Not me!” Clarice’s gaze shifted and instantly looked disheartened. She had never met someone as rude and disrespectful as Isabel in her life. She stared at Isabel coldly and said, “Isabel, with one word, I can make you disappear from the entertainment industry.” Isabel said, “I don’t believe you. Say one word.” Clarice was rendered speechless. Even her elegant facial features could not hit the ugly expression on her face. She told herself that she could not lower herself to reason with a cheap woman like Isabel, hence calmi
Clarice frowned. Isabel showed a surprised look and said, “So, you’re still a virgin after being with Decker for so many years?” “Isabel, you…” Clarice gritted her teeth and bellowed, “Stop trying to provoke me. Decker and I have been dating for a long time and your little tricks won’t affect our relationship.” Isabel found her reaction strange. “I’m just asking. What’s with the reaction?” “You show your neck to me and it is an act of provocation!” Clarice looked at her in disdain. “You’re a mistress, a cheap woman who’s trying to ruin our relationship. You might have won now but Decker will never leave me for you!” Isabel was more confused than ever. She asked, “Clarice, what nonsense are you talking about? Who are you calling a mistress, a cheap woman? You think I’m together with that b*stard Decker?” Clarice’s expression shifted. “What do you mean? You’re not with Decker?” Isabel shuddered the moment she thought of Decker. She said honestly, “I broke up with him when y
Clarice returned to her arrogant look and looked at Isabel. Isabel crossed her arms, looking at her calmly. “Isabel, if you have a boyfriend already, stay with your boyfriend and stop eyeing over my man,” Clarice said as she stood up, “Or else, I’ll make you suffer.” She then grabbed her expensive purse and wanted to leave. Isabel chuckled. “Decker is a piece of sh*t to me, feel free if you like to eat sh*t.” Clarice stopped, turned around, and glared at her. If her gaze could kill, she would have killed Isabel multiple times already. Isabel met her gaze nonchalantly. Clarice grunted and left in a hurry. After that, Isabel got up from her seat, yawned, and left the coffee shop. When she walked out of the coffee shop, she spotted Angela coming to her from the other direction. Angela’s eyes flickered when she met Isabel’s gaze. She smiled and said, “Isabel, good evening. Having a coffee?” Isabel narrowed her eyes and had a glance over Angel’s phone. “Hmmm. Someone
Ding! Isabella’s phone rang. It was from her boss. She answered the phone and asked, “Boss, what is it?” “Ms. Houston wants to see you. Go wait for her at the floral garden on the first floor of the Westchester Grand Hotel.” Isabella’s expression changed. “Y-Yes, boss. I’m on my way.” …Back at Glanchester, the hotel where the crew of the Legend of the Goddess checked in, Isabel returned to her room. She saw Roland dressed in a man’s pajamas, typing on his laptop on the table next to the bed. The warm lamp on the table, his straightened posture, and his handsome but serious look - every aspect of him was charming. Isabel snuck up to him but he turned around just in time, looking at her with his clear and calm eyes. “You’re back,” he said. Isabel hummed. She walked to his side and looked at his screen. There were a ton of words and graphs, probably something related to his work. Isabel’s vision started to get blurry after looking at it and she quickly pulled her
Isabel started to lose her breath as the kiss went on. She grunted in a muffled voice and pushed him away. Roland held back the kiss but his lips were still touching hers. “Tell me.” If she continued to toy with him, he would kiss her again and again. Isabel was annoyed. “Roland, are you threatening—Mhmm!” He kissed her again, stronger than before. Isabel felt like her lips were swollen from all the kisses. In addition, his hand was pinching her waist. It felt electrifying and it made her body numb. She pushed him away and stammered, “O-Okay! I’ll say!” Roland released her. He stared at her like a predator looking at its prey. Isabel suddenly wanted to move away from his lap, but if she did, it would make her look like a coward. She fluttered her eyes and decided to lean backward to draw some distance from his face. She then said, “It’s Clarice Houston, Decker’s fiancée. You should know her.” Roland asked, “Why is she here for you?” “Someone took a video
Roland smiled warmly. “Sure.” He carried her and strode toward their bed. … In Westchester, after the call with Jerome, Isabella went to the lobby on the first floor of Westchester Hotel. She went to the lounge area of the lobby. There were not many people in the lounge at this hour. She had arrived at the hotel at roughly ten that night, and it was already one in the morning by this point. She had been waiting for Clarice for three whole hours, yet there was no sign of her at all. Her butt was already sore from sitting and waiting for so long. She began to feel like Clarice was intentionally keeping her waiting, but she knew better than to text Clarice to ask for her whereabouts. Her only choice was to wait with constant agitation. Finally, when it was around half past one, Clarice stepped through the entrance of the hotel at last. Isabella hurriedly approached her while putting on her best smile. She greeted Clarice in a friendly voice as if she was not bot
Clarice jittered between several expressions before finally settling back into a haughty scowl. She grunted stiffly. Isabella asked, “Who is her boyfriend?” This earned her a glare from Clarice. “Who are you to ask me questions?” Isabella stammered, “Sorry, I was just curious who her boyfriend could be.” Clarice groaned and asked, "How long has Isabel been with him?” “I think it’s only been a month or two. My friend told me that she started seeing both of them together when they started filming ‘Legend of the Goddess’, and he would visit her quite regularly.” A month or two? Clarice continued looking at the video Isabella showed her. Roland had barged into the scene when Decker and Isabel were talking. Since Decker was facing away from the camera, there was no way to get a good look at his expression, but the video did offer a good view of Isabel’s expression when she noticed Roland. She did not seem guilty at all when she saw him, but on the contrary, she looke