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.

to Isabella, he turned and left

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

out of his mind, he fell asleep

warm and soft when he

"Mm…”

soft snort rang beside his

eyes and was about to kick the

when he found

was a brazen woman

would see Isabella sleeping

she came back to the room and slept next

part was that she seemed to have taken a shower before sleeping because she was in a bathrobe

case, was she sober or drunk during the shower? Her skin was

couldn't control his strength and left marks and bruises on her body, which were

glistening lips was

sex with her,

was that he was still angry about her

always found chances to

erection right now was a

was in a dilemma of

many times, he was worried

never trusted

desire? It was Isabella who came to his bed

of this, Maxwell stopped hesitating

body was getting warm and opened her eyes in

eyes that

start, Maxwell had expected that Isabella

body is more honest than your

were bewitching, and his words made

in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse

once she woke up, obedience wasn't

a

had drunk yesterday was too strong, so she was still in

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

"Is it comfortable?"

in a gentle voice that he wasn't even aware

and put her hands around

on

was

inside her, he couldn't hold back for another

Isabella woke up, the

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

head, she moaned in

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

the bed with her head in her hands, Kyra

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