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."

her food was still in the microwave and couldn't bear arguing with anymore, so

side to side as she ran, Maxwell's eyes darkened.Picking up his

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

taken the food out

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

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

you act as

at Isabella with a cold expression.Isabella returned a confused

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

ask if I've eaten?" he looked

eyes were full of doubt, eyes so clear he could see his

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

odd for him to

would starve himself for picking her

for you to call her.’ Maxwell glanced at her

turned around and

Isabella understood now.

How could he skip dinner to pick her up?

she brought the dishes out to the dining table, she saw Maxwell sitting in the living room, so she called, "Come and have dinner with

my food isn't as good

to roll her eyes at him, but she faked

into a good mood when he saw

to succumb to him even though she

just have

got up from the couch and gave Isabella a mocking look of

Maxwell

were common homemade food, but he never had the chance to eat these because the chefs at Sharp Mansion all

menu and served him

dining table.It was a pretty

felt nervous watching Maxwell pick up his cutlery and

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

he looked into Isabella's bright eyes that were as clear as a stream

was pretty satisfied with

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

Isabella started digging in as

Maxwell, who said her dishes tasted average had gobbled up most of

washing the dishes in a trance,

out of the kitchen, Maxwell was on

her, he

doorbell rang again,

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

bag from her

at

in the house made her house seem

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

for a while, he realized Isabella didn't

she

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

he finished speaking, he continued his conversation on

to reality by his cold voice

the door for a

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

chilly wind right now, carrying a sense of coolness of the night, but his

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

What a sight...