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."

was still in the microwave

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

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

the food out of

haven't eaten yet.Let me

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

how you

looked at Isabella with a cold

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

ask if I've eaten?"

were full of doubt, eyes so clear

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for him to not have dinner

someone who would starve himself for picking

to call her.’

he turned around

Isabella understood now.

he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt

the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in

food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so don't complain.’ Maxwell snorted,

she faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored to let you taste the food I

a good mood when he saw Isabella like

who had to succumb to him even though she

I'll just

couch and

and followed Maxwell to the

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

switched up his daily menu

his dining table.It was a pretty fresh

some reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up

the dishes, Isabella inquired

he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that

was pretty satisfied with

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

Isabella started digging

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

the dishes in a trance,

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

he saw her, he gestured to her to

rang again, so Maxwell

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

from her hand

at

the house made

in one hand while the other

for a while, he realized Isabella

she was

questioned with a frown, "What are you waiting for?

speaking, he continued his conversation

was instantly brought back to reality by his cold voice and

waiting outside the door

dinner while the rest of them were

sense of coolness of the night,

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars

What a sight...