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

and the fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were like an

sarcastic smile, "I wish to

it fun for you to

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

at your face.You look like a grumpy old

wanted to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her into the

servants went to prepare honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while

walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

all his liquor

had never expected this to

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to disobey

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

forced Isabella to sit

bottle of vodka

you like drinking so much,

her neck

smelling the pungent alcohol, let alone

she was still conscious and had no

the glass, held her mouth, and forced her to drink

coughed out most

it and

to help you? Or are you

his cold voice sounded hoarse

"I'm not drinking."

pushed the glass away and

and said, "The two

the two servants who had brought the liquor in heard Maxwell's

you want

agitated as she was

yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly,

to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink the

"You're crazy!"

out furiously.Hearing

you whether

this, Maxwell glanced at the two

their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell

want me

cast a glance at the liquor on the table and spoke

with hatred and disgust in her

reaction as her hatred wouldn't

silently, Isabella picked up the liquor

honest, she wasn't good at drinking

she hadn't thought of plucking up her courage to face Maxwell, she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles of beer in the convenience store

having a taste of

Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous after taking a few

on fire, she didn't want

bracing 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

to her because she would never admit

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

out of his expectation that he