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

coldness in

smile, "I wish to

for you to drink

Isabella would be such a headache

face.You

face, but her hands were held, so she hit his

"Where's Tyler?"

dragged her into the dining

honey to relieve Isabella's hangover while

walked out with a

"What's wrong?"

all his liquor for

had never expected this to

about Isabella's situation, no one dared to

liquor that they could find in the mansion to

Maxwell had already forced Isabella

opened a bottle of vodka and

like drinking so much, continue drinking

he held her neck firmly so she wouldn't have a chance

upon smelling the pungent alcohol, let

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

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

Isabella and she coughed out most of the

it and

help you? Or are you

hoarse and alluring, Isabella found it

"I'm not drinking."

the glass away and her refusal

"The two of you, come over and hold her

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

you want

agitated as she was also

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

wasn't up to Isabella to decide whether she wanted to drink the alcohol or

"You're crazy!"

furiously.Hearing

to tell you whether you have

glanced at

and walked over.Seeing this, Isabella knew

don't want me

the liquor on the table

at him with hatred and disgust in her

gaze, Maxwell didn't have any reaction

Isabella picked up the liquor and started

be honest, she wasn't good at drinking and

she wouldn't have drunk another 2 bottles of beer in the convenience store before coming

taste of

strong, Isabella felt nauseous

on fire, she didn't want to admit

the bottle

this moment, she couldn't see Maxwell's expression and didn't know whether he was

it didn't matter to her because she would never admit

in a daze, because he had thought her ruthlessness had disappeared along with time and her

was out of his expectation that he would witness it again after