Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

"Do you know what time it is now?!" Maxwell's cold voice rang.

Isabella couldn't help but shiver.

As she looked toward the direction of the voice, she found Maxwell glaring at her on a couch in the hall, his eyes fixed on her.

"I don't know!"

Perhaps due to the alcohol, she mustered up her courage and talked back to him.

When the servant, who was already worried for Isabella, saw the scene, she had a bad feeling and wondered whether Isabella had lost her mind.

How could Isabella talk back to Maxwell? Was she trying to pick up a fight when he was obviously angry? Meanwhile, Maxwell also didn't expect Isabella, who had always been obedient, to be so rude to him.

In his mind, he believed she must have gotten her courage from the alcohol, or else how could she sound so bold? 

"Haven't your parents taught you that you should at least make a call when you plan to go home late?"

Maxwell looked at Isabella and his voice was piercingly cold.

As Isabella was already dizzy, she became boiling with anger upon hearing Maxwell mentioning her weak spot.

"No, they've never taught me about this! So what? Are you teaching me a lesson now?"

Isabella said impatiently.

With this, she didn't give Maxwell a chance to react and directly walked toward the stairs.

This was Maxwell's first time to be treated in such a manner.

Since he had specially gone to pick her up in hospital today, he was exasperated after finding that she wasn't in the hospital and didn't inform him or the mansion about it.

Most importantly, she only came back after midnight and Madam Sharp had even called him out of worry.

If it weren't for his grandma, he wouldn't be bothered about her whereabouts.

"Stop right there."

When Isabella heard him speaking while suppressing his anger, she paused, and then continued walking as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Are you deaf, Isabella Holland?"

Noticing Isabella's ignorance, Maxwell was furious.

At once, he stood up and walked briskly toward her, putting all the servants around in worry.

As long as Madam Sharp wasn't here, the mansion wouldn't have a peaceful day...

Of course, Isabella also heard Maxwell walking toward her angrily.

However, she couldn't hold back her fury this time and her stubbornness made her not want to do as he said.

Since she had been living under his oppression for so long, she decided to take advantage of her tipsiness and be rebellious today.

Just as she put her hand on the staircase handrail, Maxwell held her hand and stopped her from taking another step.

Then, he pulled her forcefully, making her stagger and fall into his arms.

It seemed she had drunk a lot.

Although Isabella wished to push Maxwell away, her hands were held firmly on the handrail by him and he even put one of his legs between hers.

Their posture was so intimate that the servants quickly turned their gazes away.

Why didn't you

and coldness in his dark eyes were like an upcoming

to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway,

you

expected that Isabella would be such a headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella tilted her head

at your face.You look like

but her hands were held, so she

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her

the servants went to prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while Tyler followed Maxwell into the

out

"What's wrong?"

me to take out all his liquor for Madam to

in frustration as he had never

Isabella's situation, no

brought all the expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to the

had already forced Isabella to sit down

opened a bottle of vodka and poured it

you like drinking so much, continue drinking

held her neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance to

the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

tipsy, she was still conscious and had no plan

up the glass, held her mouth, and forced her to drink

coughed out

it and continued

help you? Or

cold voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away and

a sneer, Maxwell looked at her and said, "The two of you, come over and hold her

had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and didn't know what was going

you want

was also

don't want to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke

decide whether she wanted to drink the

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

tell you whether you have the

Maxwell glanced at

this, Isabella knew

don't want me to

liquor on the table

with hatred and disgust in her

reaction as

picked up the liquor and started drinking

she wasn't good at drinking and

thought of plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles

turned out she was having a taste

was relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous

her throat on fire, she didn't want

admitted defeat every time? After bracing herself to finish the bottle of vodka, she was

expression and didn't know whether he was looking at her mockingly

it didn't matter to her because she would never admit

in a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had

that he would witness it