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 my

coldness in his dark eyes

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

for you to drink so

such a headache after drinking

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

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

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her into

Isabella's

walked out with a

"What's wrong?"

take out all his liquor for Madam to

in frustration as he had

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to disobey Maxwell's

they could find in

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella to sit down at the

bottle of vodka and poured it

so much, continue

to her, he held her neck

smelling the pungent alcohol,

still conscious

picked up the glass, held her

choked Isabella and she coughed out most of

it and continued

you? Or are you drinking

sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

away and her

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

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

do you

she was also frightened by

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

wasn't up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink the alcohol or

"You're crazy!"

out furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

you whether you have

Maxwell glanced at

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

me

glance at the liquor on the

hatred and

any reaction as her

silently, Isabella picked up the liquor

drinking and

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

was having a taste of her own

strong, Isabella felt

her throat on fire, she didn't want

bracing herself to finish the bottle of vodka,

and didn't know whether he was

never admit defeat today even if she were to

was in a daze, because he had thought her

of his expectation that he would