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 fell into a

out of her

the fridge, so

as she placed the food

assumed it was someone

the peephole but was shocked by what she

didn't open the door, there would be consequences, so she

you

apron, and the light his

heating up some

was no one behind him, and she didn't know how to

a pair

without an

have dinner together, but what was this woman doing? She was heating leftovers in this broken place? Initially, Isabella

slippers at home.Just make

Maxwell felt a little

was conscious to deny entry to

be ready soon.’ After

pitiful place,

few potted plants and some calligraphy paintings that seemed to be her own

scented candle in the house, adding a

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

when he saw something at

his anger and stomped into