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."

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

side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his phone, he dialed

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

taken the

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

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

this how you act as

at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned

had scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she dared not show any hint of dissatisfaction on

I've eaten?" he

doubt, eyes so clear he could see

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

felt it was odd for him to not have dinner

someone who would starve himself

call her.’ Maxwell

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt

dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she

good as the five-star restaurant, so don't

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

instantly put into a good mood when he saw Isabella

to succumb to him even

just have a

from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

Maxwell to the

on the table, he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance

his daily menu and served him

dishes never showed up on his dining table.It was

Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery

he had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired

something he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes

satisfied

in the world

Isabella started digging in

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

a trance, she couldn't help

kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language

saw her, he gestured to

doorbell rang again,

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

her hand and strode towards

stared at Maxwell's

of a six footer in the house made her

the other carried her luggage, Maxwell couldn't open the

while, he realized Isabella didn't

she was in

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

he continued his conversation

instantly brought back to reality by his cold voice and quickly walked

waiting outside the door for a long

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

to hear, like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and a little

Isabella stared at the three cars parked

What a sight...