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."

still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so

ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his phone,

her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell hung up the phone and

the food out of the

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

it almost sounded like

this how you act

looked at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a

scolded him plenty of times in her heart, she dared not

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

full of doubt, eyes so clear he

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

it was odd for him to not have

like someone who would starve himself for picking

for you to call her.’

around and

Isabella understood now.

to pick her up? She

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called,

myself anyway, but my food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so don't

reply, Isabella wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she faked a smile instead, "Why would

instantly put into a good mood when he saw Isabella

to succumb to him even

just

and gave

Maxwell to the dining

food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at

menu and served

up on his dining table.It

Maxwell pick up his cutlery and

had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly, "They aren't

Maxwell unconsciously uttered something he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as

pretty satisfied with his

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

Isabella

meal, she realized that Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted

a trance, she

Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a language that Isabella couldn't

he saw her, he gestured

the doorbell rang again, so Maxwell got

had arrived,

took the bag from her

stared at

presence of a six footer in the house made her house seem too

his phone in one hand while the other carried

for a while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

turned around, she was in a

frown, "What are you waiting for? Come

finished speaking, he continued

by his cold

waiting outside the door for a long

rest of them were

voice was 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 three cars parked

What a sight...