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.

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

he calmed down and didn't feel as angry as he had been

Isabella out of his mind, he fell asleep

and soft

"Mm…”

rang beside

about

he found

was a brazen woman who wished to have a fling with

did he know he would see Isabella sleeping soundly beside

no idea when she came back

seemed to have taken a shower before sleeping because she

or drunk during the shower? Her skin was so

this very well, because every time he had sex with her, he couldn't control his strength and left marks and bruises on her

lips was pouting,

had sex with her, he couldn't have

he held back his desire was that he was still angry about her

always found chances to

erection right now was a

in a dilemma of whether he should have

promise too many times, he was worried that she wouldn't trust him anymore if

had never trusted him in

It was Isabella who came to his bed and he wasn't a

this, Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his

body was getting warm

met Maxwell's eyes that

the start, Maxwell had expected

body is more honest than

bewitching, and his words made

in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse

once she woke up,

Isabella was a

so she was still in a state of confusion, which explained her

why she was able to take a shower and

"Is it comfortable?"

looked at Isabella's watery eyes and asked in a gentle voice that he

and put her hands

gaze on him, she moaned with her tongue curled

Maxwell, this was

spend more time inside her, he

the sky was

was going to explode, but her body was also sore as if she had just

she moaned

Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the door

Isabella rolling on the bed with her head in her hands, Kyra couldn't help but laugh out

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