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."

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

ponytail sway side to side as she

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

already taken the food out of

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

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

this how you act as a

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

I've eaten?" he looked

eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see his

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for

seem like someone who would starve himself

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced

around and

Isabella understood now.

How could he skip dinner to pick her up? She

out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so

it all by myself anyway, but my food isn't as good

eyes at him, but she faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored to

into a good mood when he saw

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him even though she was

I'll just

up from the couch and

followed Maxwell to the dining

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

up his daily menu and

dining table.It was a

reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick

Isabella inquired expectantly, "They

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

satisfied with

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

thoughts at that, Isabella

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

a trance, she couldn't

the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking

her, he gestured to

rang again,

had arrived, Isabella picked

the bag from her hand and strode

at Maxwell's

presence of a six footer in the

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

while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

turned around, she was in a

frown, "What are you waiting for? Come

he continued

to reality by his cold voice

outside the door for a long

did he expect the couple to have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving!

of

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs and

What a sight...