Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

"Which floor?"

Maxwell Sharp glanced at the twelve-story building and questioned.

"Unit 602"" reported Morgan without hesitation.

Pushing the car door open, Maxwell strode into the apartment.

His dark-colored trousers made his legs look even more slender, and his ash gray windbreaker created a mysterious aura surrounding him under the dim yellow lights.

A gust of early spring wind gently blew at the hems of his coat.

Standing at six feet tall, he stood out among the crowd and immediately attracted the attention of passersby as they started gossiping among each other.

Ignoring his surroundings, Maxwell went upstairs.

The apartment was pretty old, so there was no elevator.

Maxwell clucked his tongue in disgust.

When he thought of Isabella, who had been living in this neighborhood that didn't seem to be safe, he felt something tug at his heartstrings, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was.

When Morgan hung up the call earlier, Isabella intended to call him back, but she was afraid it might cause him trouble, so she waited at home.

The place she lived in was a single apartment consisting of one room and a living room.

It was cozy for a single person.

at her packed luggage, she

knocked her out of her

the fridge,

food in the microwave, the doorbell

looked at the time and assumed it

the

open the door, there

you so

the light his eyes flickered

heating up some

she didn't know how to communicate

a pair

entrance without an intention

heating leftovers in this broken place? Initially, Isabella was stunned, but she quickly

men's slippers at home.Just

felt

conscious to deny entry to any other

Seat.I'll be ready soon.’ After entering

and pitiful place, even way smaller than

a few potted plants and some calligraphy paintings that seemed

the house, adding a feminine

she liked this place a lot through the way she took care

changed drastically when

suppressed his anger and stomped into