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."

reminder, Isabella suddenly realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't

watched her ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes

the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell hung up the phone and walked

the food out

requested, "I haven't eaten yet.Let me finish my food before

tender than usual, and it almost sounded like a plea.She

how you act as

at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella

she had scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she dared

you ask if I've eaten?" he looked at

full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see his

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to not have

like someone who would starve himself

her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

that, he turned around and left the

Isabella understood now.

How could he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the

Maxwell sitting

food isn't as good as

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

put into a good mood when he

to succumb to him even though she was

I'll just

the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look of

and followed Maxwell to

homemade food, but he never had the chance

his daily menu and served him extravagant

dishes never showed up on his dining table.It

watching Maxwell pick up his

dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't

as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that

satisfied with

used to having all the delicacies in the world

thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in

said her dishes tasted average had

washing the dishes in a trance, she couldn't

on the phone, talking in a language that

saw her, he gestured

rang again,

came to fetch them had

bag from her hand and strode towards

stared at Maxwell's back,

of a six footer in the house made her

while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell

a while, he realized Isabella

around, she

questioned with a frown, "What are you waiting

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on the

to reality by his cold voice and quickly walked over

had been waiting outside the door for a long

have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage from Maxwell

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

reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the

What a sight...