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 bear arguing with anymore, so she ran back into the

to side as she

the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell

the food out of

yet.Let me finish my food before leaving

like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it

you act as

a cold

scolded him plenty of times in her heart,

ask if I've eaten?" he looked

round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for him

someone who would starve himself for picking her

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and uttered

he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

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

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

as good

at him, but she faked a smile instead,

a good mood

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him even though

just have a

up from the couch and gave

followed Maxwell to

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

switched up his daily menu

up on his dining table.It was a pretty

Maxwell pick up his

tasted all the dishes, Isabella

uttered 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 his

to having all the delicacies in the world to taste

Isabella started digging in

her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of the

a trance, she couldn't

came out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella couldn't

he saw her, he gestured

the doorbell rang again, so

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

from her hand

at Maxwell's back,

in the house made her house

while the other carried her luggage,

for a while, he realized

turned around, she

a frown, "What are you waiting for? Come and

speaking, he continued his conversation on the

his cold voice and quickly

waiting outside the door for a long

while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He took

carrying a sense of coolness of the

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...