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.

didn't

head and the fierceness and coldness in his

to

fun for you

Isabella would be such a headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella tilted

it's fun.Just look at your face.You

but her hands were held, so she hit his

"Where's Tyler?"

her into

relieve Isabella's

walked out with a

"What's wrong?"

all

as he had

were worried about Isabella's situation,

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

had already forced Isabella to

of vodka

you like drinking so much, continue

neck

smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

still conscious and

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

Isabella and she coughed out most

it and

you?

sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

glass away and her refusal was

and said, "The two of you, come over

heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and didn't

you

as she was

let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly, but his meaning

whether

"You're crazy!"

out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

just taking action to tell you whether you have

Maxwell glanced

and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew

up.If you don't want me to

liquor on the

with hatred and disgust in her

Maxwell didn't have any reaction as her hatred wouldn't

other silently, Isabella picked up the liquor

wasn't good at drinking and only drank a little during the

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

a taste

relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous

felt her throat on fire, she didn't want

who admitted defeat every time? After bracing herself to finish the bottle of vodka, she was already seeing stars when she picked up another bottle and

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

she would never admit defeat today even if she were to drink to death

Maxwell was in a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time and

of his expectation that he