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.

like a child now? Throwing the blanket to Isabella, he turned and left while thinking whether he had been drunk through smelling the

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

his mind, he fell

dawn, he touched something warm and soft

"Mm…”

rang beside his

was about to kick the person

when he found

was a brazen woman who wished to have a fling with

he would see Isabella sleeping

back

taken a shower before sleeping because she was in a bathrobe

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

her, he couldn't control his strength and left marks and bruises on her body, which were so conspicuous and

lips was pouting, Maxwell was

he had sex with her,

desire was that he was

always found chances to take advantage

right now was a

now, he was in a dilemma of whether he

worried that she

trusted him in the first

back his desire? It was Isabella who came to his

hesitating and pressed his body

getting warm

she met Maxwell's eyes that

expected

more honest than

black eyes were bewitching, and his words

in comfort in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse him this

Isabella's possible reactions once she

Isabella was a person whose

that she had drunk yesterday was too strong, so she was still in

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

"Is it comfortable?"

and asked in a gentle

response, Isabella nodded and put

to fix her bright gaze on him, she moaned with her

this was particularly tempting

her, he

the

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

she

Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the

Isabella rolling on the bed with her head

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