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."

in the microwave

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

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

the food out of the

yet.Let me

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

how you act

a cold expression.Isabella returned a

heart, she dared not show any hint of

eaten?" he looked at Isabella's puzzled

were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him to not have

seem like someone who would starve himself for picking

call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and uttered

he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

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

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

isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so don't complain.’

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

a good mood when

to succumb to

just

got up from the couch and gave

Maxwell

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

menu and served

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

watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery

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

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

pretty satisfied with his

the world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his

that, Isabella started

Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most

in a trance,

came out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language

her, he

again,

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

from her hand and strode towards

at Maxwell's

the

the other carried her luggage,

a while, he realized

turned around, she was in a

"What are

continued his conversation

instantly brought back to reality by his cold

had been waiting outside the

of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage from Maxwell as Isabella followed

right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice

Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...