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.

you mute? Why didn't you answer my

fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like an

"I wish to be

it fun for you to drink

headache after drinking alcohol.Meanwhile, Isabella tilted her head and smiled

fun.Just look at your face.You look like

her hands

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her

Isabella's hangover while Tyler followed Maxwell into the

walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

take out all his

said in frustration as he had

situation, no one dared to disobey Maxwell's

that they could find in

already forced Isabella

a bottle of vodka and poured

so much, continue

neck firmly so she wouldn't have a

upon smelling the pungent alcohol,

was tipsy, she was still conscious

Isabella's resistance, Maxwell picked up the glass, held her mouth,

and she coughed out most of

ignored it and continued

help you?

voice sounded hoarse and alluring, Isabella found

"I'm not drinking."

away and

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

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

do you

became agitated as she was also frightened

let me help you then,’ Maxwell

to decide whether she wanted to drink

"You're crazy!"

out furiously.Hearing this,

you whether you have the right to drink

glanced at

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

up.If you don't want me

a glance at the liquor on the table

him with hatred and disgust in her

didn't have any reaction as her hatred wouldn't

Isabella picked up the liquor and

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

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

she was having a taste

strong, Isabella felt

on fire, she

one who admitted defeat every time? After bracing herself to finish the bottle of vodka,

and didn't know whether he was looking at

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

Isabella drinking stubbornly, Maxwell was in a daze, because he had

expectation that he would witness it again