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.

Why didn't you answer

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

wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway, I

for you to

hadn't expected that Isabella would be such a headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella

face.You look like a grumpy old man

hands were held, so she hit

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her into the

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

he walked out with a

"What's wrong?"

me to take out all his liquor

had never expected

about Isabella's situation, no one dared

they could find in the mansion to

forced Isabella to sit down at the

he opened a bottle of vodka and

so much, continue

the glass to her, he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't

uncomfortable upon smelling the

she was still conscious and had no plan to drink the

resistance, Maxwell picked up the glass, held her mouth, and

Isabella and she coughed

Maxwell ignored it and

to help you?

hoarse and alluring, Isabella found it

"I'm not drinking."

pushed the glass away and her refusal was

said, "The two of

heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and

do you

agitated as she was also

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

decide whether she wanted to drink the alcohol or

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

you whether you

Maxwell glanced

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

up.If you don't want me to use

at the liquor on the table and spoke

at him with hatred and disgust in

meeting her gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction as her hatred

at each other silently, Isabella picked up the liquor and

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

Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another

turned out she was having a taste of her

in Sharp Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous after taking a few

throat on fire,

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

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

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

had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time and her

was out of his expectation that he would witness it again