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 whether he had been drunk through smelling

and didn't feel as angry as he

out of his mind, he

touched something warm and

"Mm…”

soft snort rang beside

was about

he

a brazen woman who wished to have

would

back to the room and slept next

seemed to have taken

the shower? Her skin was so fair and

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

glistening lips was

sex with her,

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

chances to take

now was a

now, he was in a dilemma of whether

broken his promise too many times, he was worried

had never trusted him in the

desire? It was Isabella

of this, Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed

getting warm and opened her eyes in

Maxwell's eyes that were

expected that

more

were bewitching, and his words

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

reactions once she woke up, obedience wasn't on

was that Isabella was a

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

a shower and walk back to the bed

"Is it comfortable?"

asked in a gentle voice that he wasn't even

and put her hands

to fix her bright gaze on

this was particularly tempting

inside her, he couldn't hold back for another

Isabella woke up, the sky was completely

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

head, she

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

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

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