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."

realized her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so she ran back into the

watched her ponytail sway side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his phone, he dialed a

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

the food out of

requested, "I haven't eaten yet.Let me

usual, and it almost sounded like a plea.She didn't realize it herself, but it did soften Maxwell's

how you act as a

at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a

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

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

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

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

for

someone who would starve himself for picking

waiting for you to call her.’

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

could he skip dinner to pick her up?

sitting

isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so

but she faked a smile instead, "Why would I? I'm honored

put into a good mood

her who had to succumb to him

just

the couch and gave Isabella a mocking

followed Maxwell

common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at Sharp Mansion all had a five-star

menu and served

never showed up on his dining table.It was

watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery and

dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly,

mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as clear

was pretty satisfied

someone who was used to having all the delicacies in the world to taste some light home-cooked meal,

that, Isabella

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

washing the dishes in a trance, she

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

he saw her, he

rang again, so

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

from her hand and strode

stared at Maxwell's back,

footer in the house

while the other carried her

standing for a while, he

he turned around, she

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

speaking, he continued his

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

been waiting outside the door for a

them were waiting and starving! He took

voice was pleasant to hear, like the chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of

the lobby, Isabella stared at the three cars parked downstairs and was

What a sight...