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.

didn't you

and the fierceness and coldness in

"I wish to

you to drink so

expected that Isabella would be such a headache after drinking

your face.You look like a grumpy old man

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

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her into

to relieve Isabella's hangover

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

take out all his liquor for Madam

in frustration as he had

worried about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

that they could find in the mansion to

already forced Isabella to

a bottle of vodka and poured it for

so much, continue

he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't have

the pungent alcohol, let

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

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

coughed

ignored it and

me to help you? Or

hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

glass away and her refusal was

said, "The two

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

you

was also frightened by

want to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly, but his

whether she wanted

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this,

to tell you whether you have the right to

this, Maxwell glanced at the two

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

don't want me to use the unconventional

glance at the liquor on the table and

him with hatred and disgust

reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring

Isabella picked up the

wasn't good at drinking and only drank a

plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles of beer

she was having a taste of her

was relatively strong,

throat on fire, she didn't want to

herself to finish the bottle of vodka, she was already seeing stars when

this 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 today even if

he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time and her lost

of his expectation that he would witness it again after