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."

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

sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his phone, he

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

already taken the

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

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

this how you

a cold expression.Isabella

scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she

ask if I've eaten?" he looked

full of doubt, eyes so

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to

who would starve himself for picking

waiting for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she had a

saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called,

my food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant,

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

put into a good mood

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him even though she was

I'll just have a

from the couch and

and followed Maxwell to the dining

never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at Sharp Mansion all had a

up his daily menu and

dining

some reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick

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

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

was pretty satisfied with

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

her thoughts at that, Isabella

said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of the food on the

a trance,

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

he

the doorbell rang again,

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

from her hand and strode towards

stared at Maxwell's back,

in the house

in one hand while the other carried

while, he realized

he turned around, she was in

are you waiting for? Come and open the

continued his conversation

his cold voice and quickly walked over

waiting outside the door for a long

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

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

the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs

What a sight...