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."

Isabella suddenly realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she

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

her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for

already taken the food out of

haven't eaten yet.Let me finish

more tender than usual, and it almost sounded like a

this how you act as

Isabella with a cold

she had scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she dared not show any

ask if I've eaten?" he looked at Isabella's

of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him to not

someone who would starve himself

for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and

around and left

Isabella understood now.

dinner to pick her up? She felt

brought the dishes out to the dining table, she saw 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 taste the food I

good mood when he

watching her who had to succumb to him even though

I'll just have a

couch and

nodded and followed Maxwell

he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had

his daily menu

showed up on his dining table.It was a

reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell

Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too

didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as clear as a stream under the

was pretty satisfied with his

to having all the delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his response should be

at that, Isabella started digging in as

end of the meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of the food on

the dishes in a trance, she couldn't help but

on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella

her, he gestured

the doorbell rang again,

fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage

bag from her hand and strode

stared at Maxwell's back,

presence of a six footer in the house made her house

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

standing for a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

he turned around, she was in

questioned with a frown, "What are you waiting

continued his conversation on

brought back to reality by his cold voice and quickly walked

been waiting outside the

have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving!

the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and

Isabella stared at the

What a sight...