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

coldness in his dark eyes were like

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

you to drink

a headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella tilted her head and smiled

face.You look

to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were held, so she

"Where's Tyler?"

her into the dining

went to prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while

walked out with

"What's wrong?"

all his

had never

they were worried about Isabella's situation, no

expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella to

bottle of

so much,

he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance

the pungent alcohol, let

she was still conscious and had no plan to

held her mouth,

she coughed out most of

it and

me to help you? Or are

cold voice sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

pushed the glass away and her

and said, "The

two servants who had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were startled

you want

she was

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

up to Isabella to decide whether she

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell sneered

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

glanced

walked over.Seeing this, Isabella

don't want me to use the unconventional

at the liquor

with hatred and disgust in her

any reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring any harm to

the liquor and

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

plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't

having a taste of her own

relatively strong,

on fire, she didn't

finish the bottle of vodka, she was already seeing stars when she picked up another bottle and continued

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

it didn't matter to her because she would never admit defeat

in a daze, because he had thought her

expectation that he would witness it again after their