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

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

mansion now.’ Without

the food out

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

sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it did soften Maxwell's

this how you act as

a cold

of times in her heart,

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

eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see his

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him

someone who would starve himself for

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

around and left

Isabella understood now.

skip dinner to pick her up? She felt

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

all by myself anyway, but my food isn't as good as the five-star

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

a good mood when he

had to succumb to him even though

I'll just

the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

Maxwell to the dining

but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at

menu and

up on his dining table.It

nervous watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery and

Isabella inquired expectantly,

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

pretty satisfied with his

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

that, Isabella started digging

the meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her

the dishes in a trance, she couldn't help

she came out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the

he saw her, he gestured

again, so Maxwell

had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage and followed Maxwell

bag from her

at Maxwell's

presence of a six footer in the house made her house

other

a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

he turned around, she was in

"What are you

he continued his

reality by his cold voice and

had been waiting outside the door for a

have dinner while the rest of them were waiting

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

the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs and was instantly

What a sight...