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."

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

he watched her ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes

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

taken the food

yet.Let me finish

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

how you act as a

a cold expression.Isabella returned a

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

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

and round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to not have dinner

someone who would

you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

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

the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting

myself anyway, but my food isn't as good

faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored

a good mood when he saw

watching her who had to succumb to him even though she

I'll just

from the couch and gave Isabella

and followed Maxwell to the

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

up his daily menu and

his dining table.It

watching Maxwell pick up his

dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too

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

was pretty satisfied

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

Isabella started

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

in a trance, she

was on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella

her, he

again, so

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

her hand

stared at Maxwell's

of a six footer in the house made her house seem too

in one hand while the other carried her luggage,

he realized Isabella didn't

around, she was in

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

he continued his conversation

was instantly brought back to reality by his cold

waiting outside the door for a

were waiting and starving!

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

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs

What a sight...