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.

child now? Throwing the blanket to Isabella, he turned and left while thinking whether he had

he was back upstairs, he calmed down and didn't feel as angry as he had been just

of his mind,

and soft when he

"Mm…”

snort rang

Maxwell opened his eyes and was about to kick the person

stunned when he

he thought it was a brazen woman who wished to have a fling

did he know he would see Isabella

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

taken a

drunk during the shower? Her skin

and left marks and bruises

at her glistening lips was pouting, Maxwell was

with

was that he was

chances to take advantage

erection right now was

he was in a dilemma of

worried that she wouldn't trust him anymore if

trusted him in the first

was Isabella who came to his bed and he wasn't

this, Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed

warm and opened

once, she met Maxwell's eyes that

had expected that Isabella

is more honest than your

eyes were bewitching, and his

in comfort in a daze, Isabella

once she woke up,

didn't know was that Isabella was a person whose hangover

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

take a shower and walk back

"Is it comfortable?"

at Isabella's watery eyes and asked in a gentle voice that he

response, Isabella nodded and put her hands

on him, she

Maxwell, this was particularly

he wished to spend more time inside her,

the sky was

she feel her head aching as if it was going to explode, but her body

her head, she moaned

for Isabella to wake up, she knocked

bed with her head in her hands, Kyra

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