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."

microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so

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

the mansion now.’ Without

already taken the food

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

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

how you act

a cold expression.Isabella

her heart, she dared

eaten?"

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

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him to not have dinner

would starve himself for picking

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

around

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the

brought the dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have

isn't as good as the

eyes at him, but she faked a smile instead, "Why would I?

a good mood

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb

just

couch and gave Isabella

and followed Maxwell to the

he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance

menu

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

reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up his

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

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

satisfied with

world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his

thoughts at that, Isabella started

realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted

a trance,

Maxwell was on the phone,

her, he gestured to

the doorbell rang again, so

to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage and

the bag from her hand

stared at Maxwell's back,

six footer in the

the other carried her luggage, Maxwell couldn't open the

while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

she

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

continued

by his cold

the door for a long

them were waiting and starving! He

carrying a sense of coolness of

they reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the three

What a sight...