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

with a sarcastic smile, "I wish to be mute

you

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

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

face, but her hands were held, so she

"Where's Tyler?"

Isabella, Maxwell dragged her into the

relieve Isabella's hangover while

he walked out with

"What's wrong?"

to take out all his liquor for Madam to

he had never expected this

worried about Isabella's situation, no one dared to disobey Maxwell's

expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to the

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella to

he opened a bottle of vodka and poured it

like drinking so

glass to her, he held her neck

upon smelling the pungent

still conscious and

held her mouth, and

coughed out most

it and continued

help you?

cold voice sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away

looked at her and said, "The two of

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

do you

became agitated as she was

it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly, but his meaning was

wasn't up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink the alcohol

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell sneered

just taking action to tell you whether you

glanced at the two

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

want me to use the unconventional

glance at the liquor on

him with hatred and

didn't have any reaction as her hatred wouldn't

up the liquor and started drinking before Maxwell said

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

plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles

was having a taste

Sharp Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella

throat on fire, she didn't

herself to finish the bottle of vodka, she was already seeing stars when she picked

this moment, she couldn't see Maxwell's expression and didn't know whether

didn't matter to her because she would never admit defeat today even if she were to drink to

had thought her ruthlessness

out of his expectation that he would witness it