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 answer

lowered his head and the fierceness and coldness in his dark

twitched 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

it fun for you

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

face.You look like a

her hands were

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her

servants went to prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

all his liquor for

said in frustration as he had never expected this to be the

situation, no one dared to

the servants brought all the expensive liquor that they could

forced Isabella

of vodka and poured it for

like drinking so much, continue

to her, he held her neck firmly so she

felt uncomfortable upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let

she was still conscious and had no plan to drink the

resistance, Maxwell picked up the glass, held her mouth, and forced

coughed out

it and continued

you?

his cold voice sounded hoarse

"I'm not drinking."

away and

"The two of you,

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

you want

she was also frightened by

to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke

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

"You're crazy!"

blurted out furiously.Hearing this,

action to tell you whether you have the

glanced at the two

they put down the liquor in their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and

me

glance at the liquor on

hatred and disgust in her

gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction

at each other silently, Isabella picked up the liquor and started

be honest, she wasn't good at drinking and only drank

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

a taste

the liquor in Sharp Mansion was relatively strong,

on fire, she didn't want

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

couldn't see Maxwell's expression and didn't know whether he was looking at

her because she would never admit defeat today even if

drinking stubbornly, Maxwell was in a daze, because he had thought her

his expectation that he