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."

microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she

she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up

her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’

taken the

haven't eaten yet.Let me

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

how you act as

with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused

her heart, she dared not show any

if I've eaten?"

round eyes were full of doubt, eyes

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for

someone who would starve himself for picking her

her.’

that, he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the

brought the dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come

good as the five-star restaurant, so don't complain.’ Maxwell

she heard his reply, Isabella wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she faked a smile instead, "Why would I?

a good mood when

succumb to him even

I'll just

up from the couch and gave Isabella a

followed Maxwell to the dining

noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat

menu and served him

never showed up on his dining

nervous watching Maxwell pick up

the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too

as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes

was pretty satisfied

someone who was used to having all the delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his response should be considered

thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in as

her dishes tasted average had gobbled

dishes in a trance, she

was on the phone, talking in a language

saw her, he gestured to her

rang again,

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

her hand and strode towards

stared at Maxwell's back,

the house made her house

hand while the other

a while, he realized Isabella

turned around, she was

"What are you waiting

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on

back to reality by his cold voice and quickly walked over to

been waiting outside the door for a

of them were waiting and starving! He took the

voice was pleasant to hear, like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his

the three cars parked

What a sight...