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, so she ran back

watched her ponytail sway side to side as she

clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for a reply, Maxwell

the food

eaten yet.Let me finish my food before leaving with

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

how you act as a

with a cold

him plenty of times in her heart, she dared not show any

I've eaten?" he looked at

of doubt,

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

was odd for him to

seem like someone who would starve himself

call her.’ Maxwell glanced

that, he turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

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

she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have

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

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

a good mood when he saw Isabella like

who had to succumb to him even though she was

I'll just

from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

and followed Maxwell

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

his daily menu and served

never showed up on his dining

Maxwell pick up

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

he didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that

pretty satisfied with his

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

thoughts at that, Isabella started

said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of

trance, she couldn't help but have mixed

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

her, he

doorbell rang again,

had arrived, Isabella picked

from her hand

stared at Maxwell's

presence of a six footer in the house made

phone in one hand while the other carried her luggage, Maxwell

while, he realized Isabella didn't follow

she was in

a frown, "What are you waiting for? Come

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on

back to reality by his cold voice and

waiting outside the door

he expect the couple to have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage from Maxwell as Isabella followed down the

chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the

the three cars parked downstairs

What a sight...