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.

Can you prepare a guest room

she walked down the

to prepare a room.Let me take

in response and looked

Kyra didn't know what Isabella was

pasta into one big plate, picked

the spacious kitchen, several chefs

were actually pretty

to waste the food

decided to finish it

about to wash the dishes, one of

go and rest.Leave the dishes

didn't refuse.She then followed Kyra

eating too much, she couldn't

depressed, but she had work tomorrow, so she decided

over in two years, so she just

of the bathroom and looked

His eyes turned cold.

to

you down.’ The woman stood up and walked towards Maxwell

"Where's supper?"