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.

blanket to Isabella, he turned and left while thinking whether he had been drunk through smelling

upstairs, he calmed down and didn't feel

his mind, he

he touched something warm and soft when

"Mm…”

soft snort rang beside his

about

when he found out

brazen woman who wished to

he know he would

no idea when she came back to the

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

the shower? Her

his strength and

her glistening lips was pouting,

sex with her,

his desire was that he was still angry about her words

always found chances to take

now was

dilemma of whether

worried that she wouldn't trust him anymore if he did it

never trusted

was Isabella who came

stopped hesitating and pressed his

her body was getting warm and opened her

Maxwell's eyes that were

expected that Isabella

more honest

eyes were bewitching, and his words

comfort in a daze,

Maxwell had thought about Isabella's possible reactions once she woke

a

too strong, so she was still

able to take a shower and walk back

"Is it comfortable?"

in

and put her hands around his

gaze on him,

was particularly

time inside her,

woke up, the sky was

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

she

for Isabella to wake up,

her head

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