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.

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

down and didn't feel as angry as he

Isabella out of his

warm and

"Mm…”

rang beside his

opened his eyes and was about to kick the

was stunned when he found

woman who wished to have a fling with

did he know he would

no idea when she came back to the room and slept next to

to have taken a shower before sleeping because

the shower? Her skin was so

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

glistening lips was pouting,

with her, he couldn't have

held back his desire was that he was still angry

always found chances to

right now was a

dilemma of whether he should have sex with

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

Isabella had never trusted

he hold back his desire? It was Isabella who

Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his body

warm and opened her

once, she met Maxwell's eyes that

expected that

is more honest than

were bewitching, and

daze,

about Isabella's possible reactions once she

didn't know was that Isabella was a person whose hangover could last for two

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

able to take a shower and walk back to the

"Is it comfortable?"

asked in a gentle voice that he

put her hands around

bright gaze on him, she moaned

was

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

woke up, the sky

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

her head, she moaned in

had received orders from Maxwell to wait outside for Isabella to wake

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

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