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 you answer

head and the fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like an

"I wish to be mute alright, but

you

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

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

her hands were held, so she hit

"Where's Tyler?"

Isabella, Maxwell dragged her into

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

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

to take out all his liquor

he had never expected this to be

about Isabella's situation, no one

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

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella

he opened a bottle of vodka and

so much,

held her neck firmly

uncomfortable upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let

tipsy, she was still conscious and had no plan

Isabella's resistance, Maxwell picked up the glass, held her mouth, and

and she coughed out most of the

ignored it and

you? Or are you

voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella found it

"I'm not drinking."

away and her refusal was

looked at her and said, "The two

the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and

you

was also

drink it yourself, let me help you then,’

whether she wanted to drink the alcohol

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this,

tell you whether you have the right

this, Maxwell glanced at the

down the liquor in their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew

want me

glance at the liquor

hatred

reaction

silently, Isabella picked up the liquor and started drinking before Maxwell

good at drinking and only drank a

thought of plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't

was having a taste of her own

relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous after taking a

her throat on fire, she

to finish the bottle of vodka,

she couldn't see Maxwell's expression and didn't know whether he was looking at

admit defeat today

Maxwell was in a daze, because he had

of his expectation that he would witness it again after their