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."

microwave

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

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

taken the

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

almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it

you

looked at Isabella with a cold

times in her heart, she dared not show

you ask if I've eaten?"

full of doubt, eyes

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for

didn't seem like someone who would starve himself

for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at

that, he turned around and

Isabella understood now.

pick her up? She

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

but my food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant,

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

put into a good mood

who had to succumb to him

I'll just

and gave Isabella

and followed Maxwell to the dining

noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat

menu and served him

his dining table.It was a

reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick

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

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

satisfied with

world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his

that, Isabella started digging

said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of the food on

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

Maxwell was on the phone, talking

saw her, he

rang again, so Maxwell

to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage and

her hand and strode towards the

stared at Maxwell's

a six footer in the house made

his phone in one hand while the other carried

he

turned around, she was in a

questioned with a frown, "What are you waiting for?

speaking, he continued his conversation

by his cold

the door for a

couple 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,

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

What a sight...