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.

mute? Why didn't you answer

lowered his head and the fierceness and coldness in

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

fun for you to drink so

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

your face.You look like a grumpy old man

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

"Where's Tyler?"

her into the

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

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

take out all his

as he had

Isabella's situation, no one

liquor that they could find in the mansion

forced Isabella to sit down at the

he opened a bottle of vodka and

you like drinking so much, continue

to her, he held her neck firmly

upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone drinking

tipsy, she was still conscious

up the glass, held her

coughed

ignored it and continued

you want me to help you? Or are you

cold voice sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

away and

sneer, Maxwell looked at her and said, "The two of you,

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

you

she was also frightened

me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly,

decide whether she wanted to drink the alcohol

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing

just taking action to tell you whether you have the right to

Maxwell glanced at the two

their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell

you don't want me to use

liquor on the table and spoke

him with hatred and

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

at each other silently, Isabella picked up the

drinking

face Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles of beer in the convenience store before

a taste of

relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous

fire, she didn't want to

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

expression and didn't know whether he was

she would never admit

a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared

his expectation that he would