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.

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

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

his mind, he

and soft when

"Mm…”

soft snort rang

was about to kick

when he found out who it

a brazen woman who wished to have a fling

know he would see Isabella sleeping soundly

came back

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

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

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

glistening lips was pouting, Maxwell

since he had sex with

desire was that he was still

always found chances

right now

he was in a dilemma of whether he should have sex with

he had broken his promise too many times, he was worried that she wouldn't trust

never trusted him in the first

should he hold back his desire? It was Isabella who came to his bed and he

hesitating and pressed his

was getting warm and opened

Maxwell's eyes

start, Maxwell had expected that Isabella would

more honest

dark, black eyes were bewitching, and his

comfort in a daze, Isabella didn't

Isabella's possible reactions once she woke up,

a person whose hangover could last for

strong, so she was still in

take a shower and walk back to the bed was thanks

"Is it comfortable?"

and asked in a gentle

nodded and put her

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

Maxwell, this was

her, he

the sky was completely

aching as if it was going to explode, but her body was also sore as

she moaned in

from Maxwell to wait outside for Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the

head in her hands, Kyra couldn't

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