Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

Taken aback by Maxwell's passionate and fiery kiss, Isabella unconsciously went limp.Maxwell had one hand wrapped around her slender waist.

Her waist was very thin, and it molded into his hands as if they were meant to be a match.

At the same time, his other hand roamed around Isabella's back.

She had changed into loose clothing after returning home, which gave Maxwell more access to her bare skin.

When she felt the sudden warmth on her skin, Isabella's eyes shot open, but Maxwell obviously didn't intend to let her go.

In an attempt to loosen his grip, Isabella shut her eyes and bit down hard on Maxwell's tongue.

Instantly, his mouth was filled with the smell and taste of iron.

There was a ball of fire in Maxwell's eyes as he smirked and picked Isabella up by the waist.

"Maxwell Sharp, let me go! You promised you wouldn't touch me yesterday!" Isabella was also furious.

She felt wronged because Maxwell suddenly treated her like this for no reason.

"You're the one who wants to break the contract, so why should I keep my promise?"

Maxwell ignored her words and struggles.

"When did I want to break the contract? Tell me!"

Isabella was seething in white-hot anger.

Her eyes were red when she raised her head to glare at Maxwell.

Seeing her state, Maxwell instantly fell into a daze, giving Isabella the perfect chance to escape from his embrace.

Gripping the hem of her clothes, Isabella glared at Maxwell and scolded, "When did I tell you I'm going to break our contract?! Come on, tell me!"

She wasn't willing to be slandered for no reason! "What's that?"

Maxwell tilted his chin towards her back, signaling her to look behind her.

Seeing anger overpowering her, he couldn't vent his anger no matter how furious he was.

Isabella followed Maxwell's gaze and saw the suitcase that she packed up earlier.

Instantly, her tense body relaxed.

"I packed a few sets of clothes earlier because I have nothing to wear in Sharp Mansion.Can't I bring over my clothes?"

Isabella looked at Maxwell angrily, but there was also a hint of helplessness in her gaze.

Maxwell was too dictatorial and dominant.

He wouldn't listen to anyone's explanation and only act on his own assumptions.

Hearing that, Maxwell instantly felt awkward and his expression gave him away.

He then spoke in a deep voice, "Get rid of those hideous clothes.Tell the butler if you need new ones.He'll get them for you.’ 

Isabella immediately recalled the clothes she wore when they went to register their marriage, and she got furious.

"I don't care if my beauty standards aren't up to par.I love my embarrassing and ugly clothes,’ Isabella rebutted coldly.

She wasn't as afraid of Maxwell as she was in the beginning anymore.

It was his fault this time anyway! Hearing those words, he could tell she was furious, and indeed he wasn't being reasonable, so he snorted, "Get lost and check your food."

still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she ran

to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up

women's clothing for all seasons.Jot down her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a

already taken the food out

Maxwell entering, she requested, "I haven't eaten yet.Let

almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it did

how you act

with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused look

scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she dared not show any hint of dissatisfaction on her

if I've eaten?" he

big and round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to

who would

her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and uttered

he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

skip dinner to pick her up? She felt

saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have dinner with

myself anyway, but my food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so

eyes at him, but she faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored to let you

a good mood when he saw

had to succumb

I'll just

from the couch and gave Isabella a

followed Maxwell to the dining

table, he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs

switched up his daily menu

his dining

felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up

had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too bad,

unconsciously uttered something he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that

was pretty satisfied with

delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal,

Isabella started

end of the meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had

a trance, she couldn't help but

came out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella

her, he gestured to

doorbell rang again,

the person who came to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked

her hand and

at Maxwell's

the

his phone in one hand while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell couldn't open the

a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

she

are you waiting for? Come and open

finished speaking, he continued his conversation on the

brought back to reality by his cold voice and quickly

outside the door for a

while the rest of them were waiting and starving!

a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm,

lobby, Isabella stared at the

What a sight...