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 you answer my

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

wish to be mute alright, but I'm not.Anyway,

you to drink

expected that Isabella would be such a headache

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

to touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were held, so she hit his head

"Where's Tyler?"

her into

Isabella's hangover while Tyler

he walked out with

"What's wrong?"

asked me to take out all

frustration as he had never expected this to be

were worried about Isabella's situation, no one dared

all the expensive liquor that they could find in the mansion to the dining

moment, Maxwell had already forced Isabella to sit down at the

a bottle of vodka and poured it for

drinking so

he held her neck firmly

the pungent

was tipsy, she was still conscious and had no plan to drink

the glass, held her mouth, and forced her

she coughed

it and

want me to help you? Or are you

voice sounded hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

away

said, "The two of

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

do you

as she was also frightened

yourself, let me help you then,’

whether she wanted to drink the alcohol

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell

just taking action to tell you whether you have the right

Maxwell glanced at the two

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

me to use

the liquor on the table

with hatred and disgust

her gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction as her hatred wouldn't bring any

silently, Isabella picked up the liquor and started drinking before Maxwell said

drinking and only

Maxwell, she wouldn't have

taste of her own medicine

Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella felt nauseous

fire, she

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

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

to her because she would never admit defeat today

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

of his expectation that he would witness it again after their