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."

in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she ran back into

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

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

taken the food out

"I haven't eaten yet.Let me finish my food before

sounded like a plea.She

you

a cold expression.Isabella

heart,

eaten?"

eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him to not have

someone who would starve himself

you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and uttered

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come

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

she heard his reply, 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 I

instantly put into a good mood when he

her who had to succumb

I'll just have a

got up from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

and followed Maxwell to the dining

food on the table, he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at Sharp Mansion all had

daily menu and

dining table.It

watching Maxwell pick

Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too

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

the delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked

thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in

she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up

trance, she couldn't help but have

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

her, he gestured to her

doorbell rang again,

came to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her

her

stared at Maxwell's back,

presence of a six footer in the house made her house

hand while the other carried her luggage,

a while, he

around, she was in a

are you

he continued his conversation on

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

had been waiting outside the door for a long

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

right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night,

reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...