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 she ran back into

sway side to side as she

the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell hung up

the food out

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

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

you

with a cold expression.Isabella returned

heart, she

eaten?" he

full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see his

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

felt it was odd for him to

like someone who would starve himself for picking her

waiting for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced

he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

was right! How could he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she had a second

the dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting

as good as the five-star restaurant, so

she faked a smile instead, "Why would

good

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to

just

couch and

Maxwell to the dining

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

up his daily menu and served

dining table.It was a pretty fresh

some reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up his

the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly,

he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's

pretty satisfied with his

in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal, his response

her thoughts at that, Isabella started digging in

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

a trance, she couldn't help but have

of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking

her, he gestured to her to

again, so Maxwell got

to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her luggage

Maxwell took the bag from her hand and strode

at

footer in the

in one hand while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell couldn't open the

he

she

a frown, "What are you

finished speaking, he continued his conversation on the

by his cold voice and quickly walked over to open the

waiting outside the door for a

while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He

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

they reached the lobby, Isabella stared at the

What a sight...