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 left while thinking

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

Isabella out of his

warm and soft

"Mm…”

rang beside his

opened his eyes and was about

when he found out who

it was a brazen woman who wished to

would see Isabella sleeping soundly beside

back to

was that she seemed to have taken

was she sober or drunk during the shower? Her skin was so fair and smooth that

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

her glistening lips was pouting, Maxwell was

had sex with her, he couldn't have

desire was

he always found chances to take advantage of

right now was

now, he was in a dilemma of whether

promise too many times, he was worried

Isabella had never trusted him in the

hold back his desire? It was Isabella who came to his bed and he wasn't a saint

stopped hesitating and pressed his body against

getting warm and opened her eyes

eyes

start, Maxwell had expected

is more

and his words made Isabella blush

in comfort in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse

once she

was a person whose hangover could last for two

liquor that she had drunk yesterday was too strong, so she was still in a state of confusion, which explained

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

"Is it comfortable?"

watery eyes and asked in a gentle voice that he wasn't

response, Isabella nodded and put

head to fix her bright gaze on him, she

was

wished to spend more time inside her, he couldn't hold back for another

the sky was completely

going to explode, but her body was also sore

head, she moaned

wake up,

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

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