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.

he doing? Why was he behaving like a child now? Throwing the blanket to Isabella, he turned and left while thinking whether

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

out of his

he touched something warm and soft when

"Mm…”

rang

eyes and was about to kick the person next

he found out

brazen woman who

he would see

back to the room and

to have taken a shower

she sober or drunk during the shower? Her

control his strength and left

glistening lips was pouting,

he had sex with

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

chances

now was

was in a dilemma of whether he should have sex with

many times, he was worried that she

never trusted him in the first

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

Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his

warm and

once, she met Maxwell's eyes that

expected that Isabella would

more

and his words

in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse him this

Isabella's possible reactions once she woke up, obedience wasn't

that Isabella was a person whose hangover

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

to take a shower and

"Is it comfortable?"

at Isabella's watery eyes and asked in

Isabella nodded and put

fix her bright gaze on him,

was

spend more time inside her, he

up, the sky was

if it was going to explode, but her body was also sore

her head, she

Kyra had received orders from Maxwell to wait outside for Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the door and

head in her hands,

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