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."

the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore,

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

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

the food out

"I haven't eaten yet.Let me

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

you

at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused look at

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

if I've eaten?" he

full of doubt, eyes

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for him to not have dinner

seem like someone who would starve himself for

call her.’ Maxwell

that, he turned around

Isabella understood now.

he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room,

myself anyway, but my food isn't as good as

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

was instantly put into a good mood when he saw Isabella

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him

I'll just have

couch and gave Isabella

followed Maxwell

homemade food, but he never had

switched up his daily menu and

dishes never showed up on his dining table.It was a pretty fresh sight

nervous watching Maxwell pick

he had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired

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

was pretty satisfied with his

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

her thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in as

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

a trance, she couldn't help but have

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

saw her, he gestured to her to

doorbell rang again, so Maxwell

fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage

Maxwell took the bag from her hand and strode towards the

at Maxwell's

the house made her house seem too

hand while the other carried

a while, he realized

he turned around, she was in

then questioned with a frown, "What are you waiting for? Come and open

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on the

was instantly brought back to reality by his cold voice and quickly walked over to open

waiting outside the door for

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

was pleasant to hear, like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm,

the three cars parked

What a sight...