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 answer my

lowered his head and the fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like an upcoming

twitched her mouth and answered with a sarcastic smile, "I wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway, I

fun for you to drink

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

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

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

"Where's Tyler?"

her

prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover

out

"What's wrong?"

me to take out all his

had never expected this to be

they were worried about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

they could

had already forced Isabella

a bottle of vodka and poured it for

like drinking so

he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't

smelling the pungent alcohol, let

she was still conscious and had no

up the glass, held her mouth, and forced her

she coughed out most

ignored it and

me to help you? Or are you drinking it

hoarse and alluring, Isabella

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away and her

her and said, "The two of you,

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

you want to

became agitated as she was also frightened

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

to decide whether she wanted to drink

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this,

just taking action to tell you whether you have

glanced at the two

and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell

me to use

liquor on the table

with hatred

any reaction as her hatred wouldn't

up the liquor and started drinking

she wasn't good at drinking and only drank a little during

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

she was having a taste of

Mansion was relatively strong,

throat on fire, she

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

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

it didn't matter to her because she would never admit defeat today even if

Isabella drinking stubbornly, Maxwell was in a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time

his expectation that he would witness it again