Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2055

Chapter 2055 Teresa's assistant asked cautiously, "What would you like to eat?"

This instantly prompted a wrathful scowl from Teresa. She asked snappily, ’ Don’t you know my appetite by now?" "Okay, 111 buy something right now but it might take some time because | need to drive to the city” "If you don't come back with my food within half an hour, you don't have to bother coming back."

The assistant grimaced but knew better than to protest. She held her tongue, then frantically ran to get food.

Teresa sat down and reached for her phone. Then, she sent a text to Isabella, "Hey Isabella. | talked to Isabel and she’s got her guard up the entire time. | only chatted with her for a while and only managed to find out that her boyfriend wasn't part of the entertainment industry, | still don’t know who he is. She did mention that her boyfriend didn't come from a rich family, maybe he’s just a commoner."

Isabella replied almost instantly, ‘There's no way he's any ordinary person.” Teresa asked, "How can you be so sure?"

Isabella replied, "Let me worry about that, just continue trying to probe for more details from her. Anyway, | got some scripts sent to me recently and | went through them. Some of those roles are a good fit for you. If you can get more information for me, | promise that I'll pass one of these scripts to you."

Teresa's eyes shone, she frantically thanked Isabella, Thank you so much, | promise I'll get something useful for you!” Another two days passed.

Isabel had been wholly occupied with filming and even when she had the time to text, she would neglect to talk to Roland. Roland sent her several texts at first but upon failing to get a response from her, he stopped sending her texts after that.

Just when Isabel thought that Roland would not show up to see her again, she returned to the hotel after her scenes on the second night only to see the man waiting outside for her.

The weather was rather chilly tonight. He wore a black suit with a long overcoat draped over him.

He looked like a male model waiting for a photoshoot. Even when he wore something as simple, he managed to make the outfit look like something curated by a high-fashion designer.

Isabel was feeling slightly upset originally but when she saw how princely he looked, the stuffy feeling inside her was instantly washed away.

She walked up to him and took his hand right in front of some of the other actresses who were sneaking looks at them. Roland seemed delighted by her gesture. He gladly took her hands into his and led her into his car.

The inside of the car smelled fresh and vibrant, there was not a trace of abnormal smell.

Isabel took the container filled with snacks and ate contentedly.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Roland watched her eat silently.

Neither of them spoke. The only sound inside the car was of Isabel chewing on crumbs of snacks.

After she had finished, he wiped her mouth with a handkerchief as always.

None of them uttered a word still.

Then, Roland himself broke the silence, "Isabel, | didn't mean to chase you away that night.” ’l understand, you didn't want to continue inside the car because it's inappropriate, | get it," she said coldly.

She was not upset because they did not get to do it as she was not that much of a pervert anyway.

What she was upset about was that he just had to chase her out of his car just because he managed to stifle his lust at the very last second!

Was it because he had something against her?

If he truly liked her, he would not hit the brakes at the very last second and go as far as to chase her out! Roland frowned and grimaced silently.

Upon noting his silence, Isabel felt another swell of anger ballooning inside her.

She stuffed the container into his hands and prepared to leave. "I'm full, I'm leaving.”

She proceeded to open the door.

That was when he suddenly seized her hand to stop her.

She heard his voice come out in a faint, depressed whisper, "My father died in a car accident.”

She suddenly turned to him with an astonished look in her eyes.

His eyes were empty and sad as he continued, "I was right there with him when it happened.”

Isabel felt a lump grow in her throat and pulled herself back into the car.

They sat together in silence for a while before Isabel asked, "Back then, you didn't want to drive to work. You also didn't want to go all the way with me inside the car. Does both of these have something to do with your father?"