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."

the microwave

her ponytail sway side to side as she

women's clothing for all seasons.Jot down her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for

the food out of

she requested, "I haven't eaten yet.Let me finish my food before leaving

her voice became more tender than usual, and it almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it did soften

how you act as

a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused look

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

if I've eaten?"

round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him to not

like someone who would starve himself for

you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at

around and left

Isabella understood now.

right! How could he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she had

Maxwell sitting in the living

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

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

instantly put into a good mood when he

had to succumb to him even though she

I'll just have a

and gave Isabella a mocking look

Maxwell

never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at

daily menu

his dining table.It was a

Maxwell pick up his

Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't too

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

was pretty satisfied with his

having all the delicacies in the world to

thoughts at that, Isabella

that Maxwell, who said her dishes

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

kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking

he gestured to

again, so

came to fetch them had arrived, Isabella

took the bag from her hand and strode

stared at Maxwell's back,

six footer in the house made her

while the other carried

for a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

he turned around, she

a frown, "What are

continued his

cold voice and quickly

had been waiting outside the door for

of them were

like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his

the three cars parked downstairs and

What a sight...