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 with anymore,

her ponytail sway side to side as she ran,

clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a

the food out

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

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

you

looked at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused

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

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

eyes were full of doubt,

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for him to not have

like someone who would starve himself for picking her

her.’

around and left the

Isabella understood now.

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

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

as good as the five-star

faked a smile

into a good mood when he saw Isabella

succumb to him

just have

got up from the couch and

Maxwell to

food, but he never had

up his daily menu

dining table.It

nervous watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery

had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly,

to as he looked into

satisfied with his

world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his response should be considered

her thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in as

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

washing the dishes in a trance,

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

saw her, he gestured to her

again,

them had arrived, Isabella picked up

the bag from her hand and

at

the house made

while the other carried

he realized Isabella

she was

are you waiting

he continued his conversation

by his cold voice and quickly walked over to open

outside the door for a

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

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

Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs

What a sight...