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."

Isabella suddenly realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she ran back

she ran,

clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for

taken the

yet.Let me finish my food before

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

how you act

Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a

plenty of times in her heart, she dared not

I've eaten?" he looked at Isabella's puzzled

full of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to

who would starve

call her.’

he turned around and

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 room, so she called,

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

Isabella wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she faked a

put into a good mood

to succumb to him even though she was

just have a

got up from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look of

and followed Maxwell to

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

his daily menu

showed up on his dining table.It was a pretty fresh

reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up

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

to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that

satisfied

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

her thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in as

the end of the meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of

a trance, she

Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language

he gestured to her

rang again,

who came to fetch them had arrived, Isabella

bag from her hand and

at

the house made her house seem too

one hand while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell couldn't open

standing for a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

he turned around, she was in a

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

he continued his conversation

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

had been waiting outside the door

while the rest of them were waiting and starving!

the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and a little

Isabella stared at the three

What a sight...