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."

the microwave and

as she

mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply,

the

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

almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize

this how you act as

Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused

she had scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she

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

and round eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

felt it was odd for him

didn't seem like someone who would starve

you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced

that, he turned around

Isabella understood now.

dinner to pick her up?

sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have dinner with

finish it all by myself anyway, but my food isn't as good

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

a good

to succumb to

I'll just

from the couch and

and followed Maxwell to

the table, he noticed they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs

menu and served him

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

watching Maxwell

the dishes, Isabella

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

was pretty satisfied with his

the delicacies in the world to taste some

Isabella started digging

end of the meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had

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

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

her, he gestured to

again,

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

from her hand and

stared at Maxwell's

footer in the

phone in one hand while the other carried her

standing for a while, he realized Isabella

around, she was in

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

speaking, he continued his

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

had been waiting outside the door for a long

to have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving!

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

lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars

What a sight...