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."

reminder, Isabella suddenly realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with

ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes

down her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion

the food

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

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

this how you act as

cold expression.Isabella returned a confused look at

heart, she dared not show any

if I've eaten?" he looked at Isabella's

full of doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him to not have dinner

someone who would starve himself for

waiting for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at

turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

was right! How could he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed

dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have dinner with

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

faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored to

instantly put into a good mood when he saw Isabella

to succumb to him

I'll just

couch and gave Isabella

and followed Maxwell to

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

up his daily menu and

on his dining table.It was a

felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery and

the dishes, Isabella

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

satisfied with his

was used to having all the delicacies in the world to taste some light

at that, Isabella

her

the dishes in a trance,

was on the phone, talking in a

he saw her, he gestured to

doorbell rang again, so Maxwell got

had arrived,

from her hand and strode towards the

at

in the house

hand while the other carried

for a while, he

he turned around, she was

are you waiting for? Come and open

finished speaking, he continued his

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

the door for a long

rest of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage

pleasant 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

What a sight...