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

and the fierceness and coldness in his dark eyes were

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

fun for you

that Isabella would be such a headache after

your face.You

touch Maxwell's face, but her hands were held,

"Where's Tyler?"

Maxwell dragged her into the

Isabella's hangover while

he walked out with a troubled

"What's wrong?"

to take out all his liquor

in frustration as he had

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

the servants brought all the expensive liquor that they could find

forced Isabella

he opened a bottle of vodka and

drinking so much,

neck firmly so

felt uncomfortable upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let

conscious

held her mouth, and

and she coughed out most

Maxwell ignored it and continued

me to help you? Or

hoarse and alluring,

"I'm not drinking."

glass away and her refusal was

Maxwell looked at her and said, "The two

liquor in heard Maxwell's words,

do you want to

was also

you don't want to drink it yourself, let me help you then,’ Maxwell spoke slowly, but his meaning

to decide whether

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing this, Maxwell sneered

taking action to tell you whether you have the right to drink

glanced at the

liquor in their hands and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew Maxwell meant his words and she asked sternly, "What are you doing

me to use

cast a glance at the liquor on

hatred and disgust in

have any reaction as

the liquor and

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

to face Maxwell, she wouldn't

having a taste of her

in Sharp Mansion was relatively strong, Isabella felt

she felt her throat on fire, she

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

didn't know whether he was looking at her

admit defeat today even if she were to drink

was in a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared

his expectation that he would witness it again after their fight