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."

realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with

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

mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell hung up the phone and walked to the

the

"I haven't eaten yet.Let me

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

you

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

her heart, she dared not show any hint of dissatisfaction

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

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

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for

someone who would

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at

around and left

Isabella understood now.

her up? She felt embarrassed for

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the

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

at him, but she faked a

was instantly put into a good mood when he saw Isabella

watching her who had to succumb

I'll just

got up from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking

followed Maxwell

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

menu

his dining table.It was a pretty fresh sight for

watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery

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

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

pretty satisfied with

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

that, Isabella started digging in as

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

in a trance, she couldn't help but

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

he gestured

doorbell rang again, so Maxwell

to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up

her hand and

stared at Maxwell's back,

a six footer in the house made her house seem too

the other carried her luggage, Maxwell

he realized Isabella didn't

around, she was in a

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

speaking, he continued his conversation

by his cold voice and quickly walked over to open

had been waiting outside the door for a

to have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage from Maxwell as

carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and

they reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs and was

What a sight...