Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

Chapter 27: Mr.Sharp's Revenge 

Throwing his branded suit away, Maxwell soaked himself in the bathtub and felt annoyed upon thinking about Isabella, who was wildly drunk downstairs now.

When he came out of the bath, he ignored Isabella and went straight to the bed to rest.

However, he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning for a long while.

Casting a glance at the clock, he found it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

As it was still early spring, the weather would be a little cold at night, but the heater in the mansion shouldn't freeze Isabella.

Despite thinking of this, he still got up from the bed and walked downstairs for water.

There was no one downstairs at this moment.

Although the kitchen was near, Maxwell couldn't help but turn and walk toward the dimmed dining room.

The servants were obedient because Isabella was now sleeping in the dining room as he had ordered.

But they not only had left her there, but also had brought her a soft mattress and a warm blanket.

To be frank, it was no different from sleeping in the room.

Some loyal servants he had.

He sighed.

What charm did Isabella have? How did she manage to have such a good relationship with the servants after only moving in for a few days? Most importantly, how could she sleep so soundly whereas he couldn't fall asleep at all? Pulling a chair and sitting opposite her, Maxwell fixed his gaze on her and became more annoyed.

Thinking of this, he walked to Isabella's side and kicked her, but she turned over and ignored him.

Suppressing his anger, he pushed her a few more times, but she didn't even flinch and slept like a log.

Hence, he took her blanket away and watched her curl herself up due to coldness.

Soon, she opened her eyes in a daze.

"Why are you in my room?"

Isabella looked up at Maxwell, who had a cold expression, and asked.

Hearing this, Maxwell was exasperated.

"Are you so drunk that you can't remember anything at all?"

Sleepy, Isabella shook her head and pulled the blanket from him, saying, "I'm going to sleep.Get out now."

From her rude attitude, It seemed she was still drunk.

Seeing her fall asleep again, Maxwell suddenly felt a little confused.

like a child now? Throwing the blanket to Isabella, he turned and left while thinking whether he had been drunk through

he was back upstairs, he calmed down and didn't feel as angry as he had been

of his

and soft when

"Mm…”

rang beside his

Maxwell opened his eyes and was about to kick the person

he found out who it

it was a brazen woman

would see Isabella sleeping soundly

she came back to the room and

part was that she seemed to have taken a

was the case, was she sober or drunk during the shower? Her skin was so fair and smooth that a light bump

couldn't control his strength and left marks and bruises on

at her glistening lips was pouting, Maxwell

he had sex with her, he

reason why he held back his desire was that he was still angry about her words

chances to

erection right now was a

a dilemma of whether he

was worried that

had never trusted him

It was Isabella who came to

Maxwell stopped hesitating

felt her body was getting warm and opened her eyes in

Maxwell's eyes that were

Maxwell had expected that Isabella would

is more honest than

bewitching, and his

in comfort in a daze,

reactions once she woke up, obedience wasn't on

know was that Isabella was a person whose hangover could

yesterday was too strong, so she was still in a state

she was able to take a shower and walk back to the bed

"Is it comfortable?"

eyes and asked in a gentle voice that

put

head to fix her bright gaze on him,

Maxwell, this was particularly

time inside her,

Isabella woke up, the

she feel her head aching as if it was going to explode, but

her head, she

Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the door and walked in

rolling on the bed with her head in her hands, Kyra

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