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

knocked her out of

the fridge, so she took them out to heat

food in

looked at the time and assumed

she peeked at the peephole but was

the

you so

the light his eyes flickered unconsciously, but his tone was

heating

one behind him, and she didn't know how to communicate with him.Where was

a pair of

at the entrance without an intention to let him

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

slippers at home.Just

Maxwell felt a

was conscious to deny entry

be ready soon.’ After entering the apartment, Maxwell

was really a small and pitiful place, even way smaller than his

potted plants and some

in the house, adding a

place a lot through the way she

when he

his anger and