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.

you mute? Why didn't you answer

the fierceness and coldness

"I wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway, I just don't want to

you

that Isabella would be such a headache after drinking

fun.Just look at your face.You look like a grumpy

she wanted to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were held, so she hit his head with

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her

honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while Tyler followed

walked out with

"What's wrong?"

to take out all

he had never expected this to be

worried about Isabella's situation, no one

brought all the expensive liquor that they could

Maxwell had already forced

he opened a bottle of vodka and poured

like drinking so much, continue

her, he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't have

felt uncomfortable upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

still conscious and had no plan

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

choked Isabella and she coughed out most of the

it and continued

to help you? Or

his cold voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella found

"I'm not drinking."

pushed the glass away and her refusal was

at her and said, "The two of

who had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they

do you

as she was also

want to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke

wasn't up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing

to tell you whether you have the

this, Maxwell glanced at the

this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and she asked sternly,

up.If you don't want me to use the

a glance at the liquor on the

with hatred and disgust in

any reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring any harm to

silently, Isabella picked up the liquor

wasn't good at drinking and only

Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles of beer in the convenience

taste of her

in Sharp Mansion was relatively strong,

felt her throat on fire, she

bottle of vodka, she was already seeing stars when

didn't know whether he

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

because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with

of his expectation that he would