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."

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

she

measurements and send the clothes to the mansion now.’

the

"I haven't eaten yet.Let me finish my

and it almost sounded like

you

with a cold expression.Isabella returned a

heart, she dared not show any hint

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

doubt, eyes so clear he could

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him

someone who would starve himself

to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

turned around and left

Isabella understood now.

could he skip dinner to pick her up? She felt embarrassed for the doubt she

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

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

but she faked

into a good

enjoyed watching her who had to succumb to him even though

just have a

and gave Isabella

Maxwell to the

but he never had the chance to

menu and served him extravagant

showed up on his dining table.It was a pretty

some reason, Isabella felt nervous watching Maxwell pick

he had tasted all the dishes, Isabella

didn't mean to as he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as clear as a stream under

satisfied with his

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

that, Isabella started digging in

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

a trance, she couldn't help but have

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

he saw her, he gestured to

doorbell rang again, so

that the person who came to fetch them had arrived, Isabella picked up her

bag from her hand and strode towards the

stared at Maxwell's

in the house made her

other carried

standing for a while, he realized

around, she

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

he continued his conversation on the

by his cold voice and quickly walked over

waiting outside the door for a long

expect the couple to have dinner while the rest of them were waiting and starving! He took the luggage

sense of coolness of the night, but his voice was deep, calm, and a little sexy

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

What a sight...