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

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

answered with a sarcastic smile, "I wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway, I just don't want to talk to

it fun for you

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

it's fun.Just look at your face.You

touch Maxwell's face, but her hands

"Where's Tyler?"

Isabella, Maxwell dragged her into the dining

went to prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

all

in frustration as he had never

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

the servants brought all the expensive liquor that they could find in the

already forced Isabella to sit down at

opened a bottle of vodka

you like drinking so

neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance to

upon smelling the

still conscious and had

up the glass, held

choked Isabella and she coughed out

it and

want me to help you? Or are you drinking

voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella found

"I'm not drinking."

pushed the glass away and her refusal

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

who had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they

do you

she was also frightened by his

help

wasn't up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted

"You're crazy!"

out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell sneered

taking action to tell you whether you have the right to drink or

Maxwell glanced at the

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

me to use

glance at the liquor on

at him with hatred and

meeting her gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring any harm to

each other silently, Isabella picked up the liquor and started drinking before

she wasn't good at drinking and only

courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't

taste

was relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous

on fire, she

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

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

a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time and her lost

his expectation that he would witness it again