Isabel was not sure how someone who was not even a part of the industry was supposed to help her,
but she felt reassured nonetheless.
Something stirred inside her, and just like that, her restless mood was gone.
However, she still wanted Roland to pamper and console her more. She put on her best tearful
expression and whimpered sadly, "But I still feel terrible."
Roland gently rubbed the back of her head and suggested, “Let me take you home. We can eat
something nice.”
It was like he was coaxing a child.
Isabel had to suppress a laugh, and she gladly accepted the offer. She lay in the sweet warmth of his
embrace throughout the entire drive.
Soon, the car was nearing his apartment complex. She suddenly had a bright idea and closed her
eyes.
Roland looked down at her and noticed that she had fallen asleep.
Carla, who was seated in the passenger seat, turned around and noticed the asleep Isabel as well. She
called out softly, “Isabel?”
"Don't wake her," Roland whispered.
Carla quickly zipped her lips, then she got out of the car and helped Roland open the door.
Isabel felt her weight shifting.
Roland gently pried her out of his arms and let her rest on the backseat. Then, he carefully shuffled out
of the car before reaching back inside and taking her in his arms again.
His arms may have looked slender, but they were stronger than they seemed.
Isabel pressed her face against his chest, and she could feel his beating heart. It beat with a strong and
steady rhythm.
She heard the mechanical sound of the elevator bringing them upstairs, and she could tell once they
had stepped into his place.
There was a ringing silence in her ears. Even after Roland had settled her into the couch, she still did
not hear Martha’s voice.
Where was Martha?
She rolled around on the couch briefly and pretended to have just woken up. She slowly pried her eyes
open and noticed Roland carrying food from the kitchen to the dining table in the living room.
He must have sensed her gaze. He turned to her with a gentle smile. "Are you awake?"
"Hmm." Isabel sat up groggily and looked around. "Where's your mother? Isn't she home?"
"She went on a trip with her friends."
Isabel looked at the food still steaming with heat on the table. “Who made these then?”
"She made them before leaving."
Isabel was touched by the gesture. Martha must have prepared food for them before going on her trip.
"Is there any more in the kitchen? Let me help you," Isabel said as she pulled herself off the couch,
only to be stopped by Roland.
"No, just sit down on the couch and rest.” He motioned as if uttering a command.
Though his tone was gentle, Isabel could not refuse.
Isabel reminded herself that she could not be too eager to run around the house just yet since she was
still in a “depressed” state.
“Okay.” She returned to the table.
Roland made two more trips to the kitchen before everything was properly plated on the living room
table.
Isabel took in the wonderful smell of freshly made food.
Roland set down the last dish and finally gave the cue, "Let's eat."
He sat down as well.
Isabel suddenly spoke, "I want to sit with you."
Roland paused midway through sitting down, then he lapped around the table and sat on the chair next
to her.
She had to stifle a smile, then she picked up the spoon and dug in.
Roland was not in any particular rush to quell his hunger. He attentively filled a bowl with soup for
Isabel. He also made sure to get some of the other dishes that were set farther away from her and put
them on her plate.
Isabel noted his attentiveness.
Shortly after that, she picked up the bowl filled with soup.
After only taking a sip, she frowned. "It's so hot."
Roland hurriedly took the bowl out of her hand and set it on the table. “Drink it later."
She pursed her lips sullenly and insisted, “But I want to drink it now. Cool it down for me.”
Roland seemed briefly taken back by her sudden attitude. He took a spoon and scooped some soup
into it, then he started blowing at it to cool it off.
Isabel spoke up again, "I want you to feed me."
He raised the spoon and carefully delivered its contents into her mouth.
She slowly sipped from the spoon.
The two repeated this action again and again.
Isabel was like a child who demanded extra attention after having been wronged. She drank gleefully
without making any fuss.
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