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."

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

watched her ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his phone, he

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

already taken the food out of

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

it almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it did soften

you act as

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

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

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

full of doubt, eyes so clear

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him

seem like someone who would starve himself

you to call her.’

he turned around and

Isabella understood now.

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

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and

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

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

a good mood when

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him

just

the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

nodded and followed Maxwell to the dining

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

switched up his daily menu and served him

never showed up on his dining table.It was a pretty fresh sight for

watching Maxwell pick up

dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly,

he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as clear as a stream

satisfied

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

thoughts at that, Isabella started digging

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

washing the dishes in a trance, she couldn't help but have

out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella couldn't

saw her, he gestured

doorbell rang again, so Maxwell got

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

from her hand and strode towards

stared at Maxwell's

the house made her house seem

hand while the other

for a while, he realized Isabella didn't

turned around, she was in a

"What are you waiting

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on the

reality by his cold voice and quickly walked

waiting outside the door

the rest of them were waiting and

to hear, like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night,

they reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...