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

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

mouth and answered with a sarcastic smile, "I wish to be mute alright, but I'm

you to drink so

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

look at your face.You look like a grumpy old man

she wanted to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her into

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

he walked out with a

"What's wrong?"

me to take out all

as he had never expected this to

worried about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

the expensive liquor that they could

this moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella to

bottle of

so much, continue

glass to her, he held her neck

smelling the pungent

conscious

the glass, held

coughed out most of

it

you want me to help you? Or are you drinking it

hoarse

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away and

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

brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were

you want to

she was also frightened

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

to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell sneered

action to tell you whether you

this, Maxwell glanced

walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and she

want me to use the unconventional

at the liquor on the table and spoke

at him with hatred and disgust

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

picked up the liquor

honest, she wasn't good at drinking

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

taste of

strong, Isabella felt nauseous after

fire, she didn't

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

couldn't see Maxwell's expression and didn't know

never admit defeat today even if

because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared

expectation that he would witness it again after their fight