Chapter 69
"I texted her, and she said she didn''t need me tonight."
Izabe couldn''t believe that there could be such a straightforward man in the world. She said
seriously, "Sometimes when a woman says she doesn''t need you, she''s actually saying she does,
okay?"
"Do you feel the same?" Brett asked, his eyes suddenly bing deep as he leaned closer to
Izabe, waiting for her response.
But Izabe just shook her head, "No, I really don''t need you."
Her tone was t, emotionless like talking about the weather. This annoyed Brett, his brows
furrowed.
Izabe put down her phone, "I''m going to cook."
Since moving around was inconvenient for her, Brett ended up carrying her downstairs.
Feeling irritated, Izabe thought about how Brett could still make her cook despite her condition.
Wasn''t it obvious he was just trying to give her a hard time?
When Trista came into the kitchen to ask if she needed any help, Izabe opened the fridge and
took out ingredients that Brett could eat, asking Trista to help wash and cut them.
Trista worked efficiently and quickly, clearly used to these tasks. When she was finished, she
discreetly left the kitchen.
Izabe started cooking a few simple home-cooked dishes: mac and cheese, Spinach Sd, and
Pumpkin soup. That should be enough for dinner.
She was so focused on cooking that she didn''t notice the intense gaze of someone watching her
from behind.
While Izabe was cooking, Brett sat on the sofa across from her with hisptop, pretending to work
while actually watching her busy figure.
Dressed casually in an apron that entuated her waist, she looked incredibly sexy. Izabe even
decorated the dishes in the pan, making each one look delicious.
Lost in thought, she recalled how she used to cook for Brett with love and care. Now, she had to
scheme against him. She really had changed.
Brett served the dishes, and they began eating. Izabe had left a separate dish for Trista.
Seeing her actions, Brett thought it was unnecessary since the servants usually had their own
separate meals.
Thinking about how he hadn''t tasted her food for four years, Brett felt a slight sense of regret.
However, betterte than never.
He enjoyed the meal, eating up everything on the table. Izabe didn’t have much appetite and only
ate a little.
Trista cleared the dishes and brought them back to the kitchen to clean. Izabe wiped the sweat off
her brow, hoping to shower and rest early, but she could only use a damp towel to wash due to her
injuries.
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Without saying anything, Brett knew her thoughts and carried her upstairs once they''d rested. The
bathtub was already filled with hot water waiting for her.
Izabe grabbed her clothes and pointed to the door, "Get out."
"What are you so shy about?" As Brett spoke, his hand reached out to embrace her.
Izabe resisted his touch, pounding on his shoulders and unsessfully trying to escape.
The atmosphere between them suddenly shifted, and Brett''s eyes emitted a dangerous light, "If you
keep struggling, what happens next won''t be just a simple bath."
Hearing his words, Izabe didn''t dare to move.
Many injuries covered her body, the worst being her knee. Her leg, already pale, made the bruises
look even more striking.
Her cheeks flushed red, and her body radiated heat.
Brett carried her into the bathroom and gently ced her in the bathtub, making sure her legs didn''t
touch the water to prevent infection. She covered her chest with her hands, unwilling to expose her
injured hand, looking like a shy little girl.
Having never served anyone before, Brett first wet Izabe''s hair, creating ather with shampoo as
he gently massaged her head.
With soap in her eyes, Izabe had to close them.
Brett quickly finished washing her hair and bathed her in the same gentle manner, rubbing her back.
He nced at the water, noticing a bruise on Izabe''s spine.