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.

Throwing the blanket to Isabella, he turned and

didn't feel as angry as he had

his

he touched something warm and soft when he turned

"Mm…”

rang beside

eyes and was about to kick the person next to him

when he found

was a brazen woman who wished to have

did he know he would

back

most confusing part was that she seemed to have taken a shower before

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

sex with her, he couldn't control his strength and left marks and bruises on her body, which were so conspicuous and implicit that made her look

her glistening lips was pouting,

sex with her, he couldn't have

he held back his desire was that he

always found chances to take advantage of

erection right now

was in a dilemma of whether he should

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

had never trusted him in the first

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

of this, Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his body

warm and opened her

eyes that

Maxwell had expected that Isabella would wake

more

were bewitching, and his words

in comfort in a daze,

had thought about Isabella's possible reactions once she woke

a person whose hangover

yesterday was too strong, so she was still in a state of confusion, which

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

"Is it comfortable?"

in a gentle voice that

Isabella nodded and put her hands around

gaze on

this was

her,

Isabella woke up, the sky

if it was going to explode, but her body was

head, she moaned

to wake up, she knocked on the

her head in her hands, Kyra couldn't help but laugh out

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