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

and the fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like

to

fun for you

that Isabella would be such a headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella tilted her head and smiled

fun.Just look at your face.You look like a

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

"Where's Tyler?"

her into the

honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while Tyler followed Maxwell into

walked out with

"What's wrong?"

out all his liquor for

in frustration as he had never expected this

they were worried about Isabella's situation, no one

servants brought all the expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to the

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella

he opened a bottle of vodka and poured it for

drinking so much, continue

to her, he held her neck

the pungent alcohol, let

conscious and had

resistance, Maxwell picked up the glass, held

Isabella and she coughed

Maxwell ignored it

you? Or are

voice sounded hoarse

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away and her refusal was

at her and said, "The two of you, come over

brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's words, they were

do you want to

was also

to drink it yourself, let me help you

whether she wanted to drink

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this,

whether you have the right to drink

this, Maxwell glanced at

Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words

want me to use

at the liquor on the table and

at him with hatred

gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction as her

picked up the liquor

good at drinking

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

a taste of her own medicine in

relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous after taking a few

on fire, she didn't want to admit

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

expression and didn't know whether

would never admit defeat today even if she were to drink to

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

out of his expectation that he would witness it again