Chapter 49


    Izabe''s eyes exuded a cold and venomous intensity. Confronted with this version of Izabe, Brett


    felt a sense of helplessness. He had always been hot-tempered and ruthless, never hesitating to


    strike down anyone who challenged him. But facing Izabe like this was apletely different


    experience.


    While he had beaten others before, the thought of striking Izabe again filled him with dread. After


    the forceful p he had delivered earlier, she had immediately crumpled to the ground. Another


    blow could potentially be fatal.


    Brett uttered, "If it were anyone else, they would have met their end many times over. You''re quite


    fortunate, aren''t you?"


    Furious, Izabe responded with a mocking tone, "So I should express gratitude for your supposed


    kindness in sparing my life?"


    The pain in her face had numbed it, and even the slightest movement of her lips caused intense


    agony. Izabe pressed her tongue against her cheek, and as expected, the taste of blood met her


    senses.


    With less than two years left to live, she''d eventually die in front of Brett if he kept this up.


    Izabe staggered to her feet and told Brett, "If you''ve got nothing else to say, go keep Kaley


    company. I can''t stand you here."


    "You want me to leave?"


    "Is it not obvious enough?" She had to admit, Brett and Kaley were a match made in heaven – one


    blind and the other deaf.


    "Our business is unfinished, and you want me to go?" Brett loosened his tie.


    Seeing his move, Izabe felt a surge of fear and tried to escape. As she stepped onto the carpet,


    Brett forcefully seized her long hair, pulling her back into his embrace.


    He held onto her slender waist, drawing her closer as he leaned in for a kiss.


    Izabe''s face turned pale, and any attempts to resist only intensified the passionate kiss, causing


    tears to flow from her eyes.


    Brett nced at her tears with a sneer, mocking, "Save your tears forter."


    Tightening his grip on Izabe''s waist, he forcefully threw her onto the bed.


    As Brett reached out towards her, Izabe fiercely bit down on his hand.


    He frowned in response but made no effort to avoid her bite, allowing Izabe to release her


    frustration.


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    Already exhausted and drugged, she didn''t have much strength. She stared at the expressionless


    Brett and bit harder.


    He stopped her in time, pulling his hand free and examining the bloody bite marks.


    Izabe proved that even when pushed to the limit, the gentle could fight back. Brett wiped the


    blood from her lips, and asked with a hoarse voice, "Had enough? My turn now, then."


    Izabe''s jaw ached, and she was unable to speak, so she just red at him fiercely.


    Brett mocked, "Izabe, you look more interesting when you''re throwing a tantrum than when you''re


    lifeless! I originally nned to deal with you after your recovery, but since you''re so lively now, I


    guess I don''t have to wait!"


    She hated her weak self.


    Izabe bit Brett a few more times as he kissed her. The taste of blood filled her mouth and even


    reached her throat. Turning her face away, she spat out the blood.


    Her blood intimidated Brett to some extent. His desire vanished at the sight, and he grabbed her


    jaw, forcing her mouth open to check for injuries.


    He assumed Izabe had bitten her tongue, but found no injury, nor blooding from her throat.


    He sighed in relief.


    Seems like she read his thoughts, she asked, "Were you afraid that I would bite my tongue and kill


    myself?"