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.

her packed luggage, she fell into a

of

was some food left in the fridge, so she took them

she placed the food in the microwave, the

assumed

towards the door, she peeked at the peephole

Isabella knew if she didn't open the door, there would be consequences,

you so

and the light his eyes flickered unconsciously, but his

heating up

there was no one behind him, and she didn't know how to communicate with him.Where was the

me a

Isabella standing at the entrance without an intention to let him in, so

home waiting for her to have dinner together, but what was this woman doing? She was heating leftovers in this broken

slippers at home.Just

that, Maxwell felt

was conscious to deny entry to any

After entering the

small and pitiful place, even way smaller than his

it was neat and well-organized, and there were a few potted plants and some calligraphy paintings that seemed to be her own

even lit a scented candle in the

a lot through the way she took care of

changed drastically when

and stomped