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."

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

side as she ran, Maxwell's

all seasons.Jot down her measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’ Without waiting for

already taken the food out of the

"I haven't eaten yet.Let me finish

like a plea.She didn't realize it

you act as

cold expression.Isabella returned

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

ask if I've eaten?" he looked

eyes were full of doubt, eyes so

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

felt it was odd for him to not have

would starve himself for

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her and uttered

around and

Isabella understood now.

to pick her up? She felt embarrassed

table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living

food isn't as good as the five-star restaurant, so don't complain.’ Maxwell snorted,

his 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

a good mood

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him

just have a

got up from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look

Maxwell to the

they were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to

his daily menu and served him extravagant

dishes never showed up on his dining

watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery

he had tasted all the dishes, Isabella inquired expectantly,

uttered something 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 light home-cooked meal, his response should be

her thoughts at that, Isabella started digging

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

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

out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on the phone, talking in a

he saw her, he gestured

again, so

had arrived, Isabella picked up her

took the bag from her hand

at Maxwell's back,

six footer in the house

hand while the other carried

while, he realized

turned around, she was in a

"What are you waiting for?

speaking, he continued his conversation

his cold voice and quickly walked over

the

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

now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and a

at the three cars

What a sight...