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

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

for all seasons.Jot down her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell hung

taken the food out of

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

more tender than usual, and it almost sounded like a plea.She

you act as a

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

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

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

and round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him to not have dinner

didn't seem like someone who would starve himself for picking her

for you to call her.’ Maxwell

he turned around and left the

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she had a

she brought the dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living

all by myself anyway, but my food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so don't complain.’ Maxwell snorted, "You

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

into a good mood when he

her who had to succumb to him even though

I'll just

from the couch and gave Isabella a

Maxwell to the dining

were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to

daily menu and served

his dining table.It was a pretty fresh

felt nervous watching Maxwell

had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't

something he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's

was pretty satisfied with

in the world to taste some

at that, Isabella started digging

who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up

a trance, she

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

he saw her, he

the doorbell rang again, so

to fetch them had arrived, Isabella

from her

stared at

presence of a six footer in the house

in one hand while the other carried

standing for a while, he

around, she was in a

"What are you waiting for?

speaking, he continued

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

outside the door for

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

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

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs

What a sight...