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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response

didn't know what Isabella

as the latter entered the kitchen, she dished the pasta into one big plate, picked up a fork, and started digging

the spacious kitchen, several chefs were

were

want to waste the food and

decided to finish it

to wash the dishes, one of the maids came forward to take

and rest.Leave

and didn't refuse.She then followed

much,

she had work tomorrow, so

two years, so she just

time, Maxwell came out of the bathroom and looked at

His eyes turned cold.

to

your desire? I can't let you down.’ The woman stood up and walked towards Maxwell as she slowly removed

"Where's supper?"