Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

"Madam, Mr.Sharp has gone upstairs,’ Tyler informed Isabella.

Nodding her head, she carried two plates of pasta up the stairs.She thought they were in the study, but Kyra pointed to her room.Widening her eyes in shock, Isabella couldn't believe it.

Did he just take the woman into their room so openly? Suppressing her anger, Isabella strode to the door with the food in hand.

Kyra helped her hold one plate while she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Mr.Sharp, supper's ready."

After a few minutes, the door opened.It was the woman, but now she was wrapped in only a bath towel.

Her exquisite little dress was no longer on her body, and from the open door, Isabella could see the dim yellow lights in the room.

"Are you trying to make me fat with such greasy food? Take it away, I'm not eating!"

The woman looked at the pasta in Isabella's hand and cringed in disgust.

Looking back at the woman, Isabella uttered softly, "Mr.Sharp..."

"He's not eating either.It was me who wanted to have supper anyway.’ The woman waved her hand with a look of disdain.

Hearing that, Isabella nodded and left with the food.Once she left, the door slammed shut.

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requested as she walked down the

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much, she

was a little depressed, but she had work tomorrow, so

years, so

time, Maxwell came out of the bathroom and looked at the

His eyes turned cold.

to know your

The woman stood up and walked towards Maxwell as she slowly removed the bath towel from her

"Where's supper?"