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.

mute? Why didn't

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

her mouth and answered with a sarcastic smile, "I wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway, I just don't want to talk to

you

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

at your face.You look like a grumpy

her hands were held, so she hit his

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her

to relieve Isabella's hangover while Tyler followed Maxwell into the dining

he walked out

"What's wrong?"

to take out all

in frustration as he had never expected this to be the

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to disobey

expensive liquor that they

Maxwell had already forced Isabella to

he opened a bottle of vodka and poured it for

like drinking so

neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance

uncomfortable upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone

conscious and had no plan to drink the

picked up the glass, held her mouth, and

she coughed out

Maxwell ignored it

help you? Or are

hoarse and

"I'm not drinking."

glass away and

"The two of you, come

heard Maxwell's

do you

agitated as she was also frightened

drink it yourself, let me help you then,’

Isabella to decide whether

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing

to tell you whether you have the

this, Maxwell glanced at the

liquor in their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and she asked sternly, "What

you don't want me

cast a glance at the liquor on the table

with hatred and

any reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring

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

be honest, she wasn't good at drinking and only drank a

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

out she was having a taste

Sharp Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella

on fire, she didn't want

After bracing herself to finish the bottle of vodka, she was

see Maxwell's expression and didn't know

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

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

out of his expectation that he