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 and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so

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

send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a

already taken the food out of the

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

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

this how you act

with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused

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

you ask if I've eaten?"

round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him to

someone who would starve himself for

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

that, he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she had a second

she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she

my food isn't as good

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

instantly put into a good

succumb to him even though she

I'll just

and

Maxwell to the

at the food on 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

menu and

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

watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery and dig

Isabella inquired expectantly,

he looked into Isabella's bright

pretty satisfied

who was used to having all the delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his response should

at that, Isabella started digging in

who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most

the dishes in a trance,

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

he

doorbell rang again, so Maxwell

had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage and

her

stared at

the

phone in one hand while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell

standing for a while, he

she was in

"What are you waiting for? Come and

he continued his conversation on

cold voice and quickly walked

waiting outside the

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

carrying a sense of coolness of the

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...