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

fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes

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

you to drink

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

it's fun.Just look at your face.You look like a grumpy old man

to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were held, so she hit his head with hers

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her into the

to relieve Isabella's

out with a

"What's wrong?"

to take out all his liquor for

as he had never expected

situation, no

liquor that they could

moment, Maxwell had already forced

he opened a bottle of

like drinking so much, continue drinking

her neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance

smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

she was tipsy, she was still conscious and had no plan to

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

coughed out most of

Maxwell ignored it and

you want me to help you?

voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella found

"I'm not drinking."

glass away and her

her and said, "The two of you, come over and hold her

the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were startled and didn't

you want to

she was also frightened

it yourself, let me help

up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink the

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing

tell you whether you have the

Maxwell glanced at the

this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and she asked sternly, "What are you

you don't want me to

cast a glance at the liquor on

looked at him with hatred and

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

Isabella picked up the liquor

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

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

having a taste of her

was relatively strong, Isabella

her throat on fire, she didn't want to admit

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

see Maxwell's expression and didn't know whether he was looking

she would never admit defeat today even if she were to drink

daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had

of his expectation that he would witness it again