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

fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like an

to be mute

it fun for you to drink so

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

your face.You look like a grumpy old

to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her into

honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while

he walked out

"What's wrong?"

all

frustration as he had never expected this to be

they were worried about Isabella's situation, no

brought all the expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to the dining

forced Isabella to sit

of vodka and poured it for

you like drinking so much, continue drinking

the glass to her, he held her neck firmly so she

smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

was still conscious and had

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

she coughed

it

to help you? Or are

hoarse and alluring, Isabella

"I'm not drinking."

away and her

"The two of you,

servants who had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and didn't know what was going

you want to

she was also frightened by

you don't want to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly, but his

to decide whether she

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

action to tell you whether you have the right to drink

glanced

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

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

the liquor on the table

hatred and disgust

her gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction

the liquor and

honest, she wasn't good at drinking and only

she wouldn't have drunk another 2

out she was having a taste of her own medicine in the

in Sharp Mansion was relatively strong,

on fire, she didn't want to

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

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

because she would never admit defeat today

a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness

expectation that he would witness it