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

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

out of his

warm and soft when

"Mm…”

snort rang beside his

Maxwell opened his eyes and was about to kick the person next

he found out who

a brazen woman

he would see Isabella sleeping soundly beside

idea when she came back to the room and slept next to

seemed to have taken a shower before sleeping because she

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

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

her glistening lips was pouting, Maxwell

with her, he couldn't have

was that he was still angry

always found chances

erection right now was a

now, he was in a dilemma of whether he should

times, he was worried that

trusted

was Isabella who came to

Maxwell stopped hesitating and pressed his body

her body was getting warm and

she met Maxwell's eyes that were burning with

Maxwell had expected that Isabella would wake

more honest

and his

comfort in a daze, Isabella didn't refuse him

once she

he didn't know was that Isabella was a

so she was still in a state of confusion, which

and walk back to the bed

"Is it comfortable?"

watery eyes and asked in a gentle

put her hands around

bright gaze on

Maxwell, this was

he wished to spend more time inside her, he

woke up, the

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

her head, she moaned

Isabella to wake up, she knocked on the door

with her head in her hands, Kyra couldn't

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