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.

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

down and didn't feel as angry as he had

out of his

and soft when he turned

"Mm…”

soft snort rang

about

stunned when he found out who it

he thought it was a brazen woman who wished

know he would

idea when she came back to the room and slept

confusing part was that she seemed to have taken a shower before sleeping

shower? Her skin was so

his strength and left marks and bruises on her body, which were so conspicuous and implicit that

her glistening lips was pouting,

since he had sex with

he held back his desire was that he was

he always found chances to take advantage

right now was

of whether he should

he was worried that

never trusted

hold back his desire? It was Isabella who came to

this, Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his

was getting warm

eyes that were burning

had expected that Isabella would wake

is more honest than

bewitching, and his words made

a daze, Isabella didn't refuse

had thought about Isabella's possible reactions once she

Isabella was a person whose hangover could

strong, so she was still in a

shower and walk

"Is it comfortable?"

watery eyes and asked in a gentle voice that he wasn't even

put her

her bright gaze on him, she moaned

this was particularly tempting and

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

woke up, the sky

going to explode,

she moaned in

wake up, she knocked on the door and walked

on the bed with her head in her

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