Chapter 71


    Izabe curled up under the nket, her eyes irritated by the pungent smell of medicine.


    Brett didn''t know what to say. After applying the medicine, he got up and went into the bathroom to


    get his pajamas.


    As soon as the sound of water started in the bathroom, Izabe struggled to get up and grabbed


    some medicine from the drawer. She didn''t bother to drink water and just swallowed the medicine


    dry.


    Brett finished washing quickly, in less than ten minutes. He went straight to the bed and hugged


    Izabe into his arms.


    Feeling a bit ufortable to be embraced this forcefully, Izabe shifted a little and finally said


    impatiently, "Can''t you sleep in another room?"


    "Where should I sleep?"


    Izabe looked exhausted. "There are so many rooms, if you can''t find any, go sleep in Kaley''s


    room. You slept pretty well there the night before, didn''t you?"


    "When did I ever sleep in her room?"


    Izabe''s body stiffened slightly. Hadn''t Brett slept with Kaley? Then, what was the meaning of the


    injuries on Kaley''s neck she saw yesterday and what she said?


    Izabe didn''t really believe Brett but also felt that he had no reason to lie to her.


    Even if they didn''t sleep together the night before, they''d known each other for so long and had


    done everything they should. There was essentially no difference.


    Izabe''s expression turned cold rapidly, eventually choosing to remain silent.


    "Kaley and I aren''t as disgraceful as you think."


    Izabe sneered, "What am I thinking, then?"


    Instead of getting angry, Brett found her aggressiveness amusing.


    "Jealous?"


    Silence was a form of acquiescence. The longer Izabe stayed silent, the more Brett confirmed his


    guess.


    Brett let out a softugh, holding Izabe tighter, and whispered intimately in her ear, "I''ve never


    had a rtionship or shared a room with Kaley. Are you satisfied now?"


    How could it be possible that nothing had happened between Brett and Kaley after so many years


    of being close, even when they were acting so lovey-dovey in front of her?


    "What does it have to do with me whether you have had a rtionship with her?" Izabe turned her


    face away and tried to escape the warmth of his breath.


    "Don''t you feel touched at all?"


    Izabe suddenlyughed, her charming beauty looking even more enchanting with herughter.


    But her eyes in the dark seemed cold and sinister, as if carrying needles of poison.


    "Not touched. I have a good memory. I can''t forget that all my injuries are caused by you just


    because you gave me some sweet talk."


    His tenderness was a luxury to Izabe, something she had longed for but never received.


    And now, she no longer needed it.


    Brett never thought that, even with his low posture, Izabe would still be so ungrateful.


    For the first time, he felt strange towards this Izabe in his arms, as if he had never known her.


    Wasn''t she the old Izabe who shamelessly chased after him andughed every time she saw


    him? The Izabe whopromised and sought for his recognition?


    Brett recalled a news report about Izabe when she was younger. In the video, she faced


    reporters'' tricky and relentless questions with a tough attitude, cleverly deflecting them and not


    giving the cunning reporters any opportunity to exploit her.


    In her actions, Izabe didn''t seem like a 23-year-old at all, she was calm and collected, sometimes


    even cunning like a fox when it came to work and socializing.


    That was the initial Izabe. Only, she had given all her softness to him alone, and he never cared,


    so he didn''t even know when her attitude towards him had changed.


    Brett couldn''t bear to think about it. Even the mere thought made his heart ache terribly.


    Suddenly, Brett reached out towards her face, but before his hand touched her, Izabe clenched


    her eyes shut, her eyshes trembling uncontrobly, and her lips were shivering.


    It was a subconscious reaction, seeing Brett''s hand approaching her face, she thought he was


    going to hit her.


    Pulling her face, Brett''s heart ached even more. "You''re like a timid rabbit, yet you keep saying


    things to provoke me. Do you think you''re asking for a beating? Can''t you learn your lesson after all


    your injuries?"Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    People are afraid of pain; they can''t always remember. Izabe looked up, her eyes still cold. This


    side of Izabe made Brett feel powerless.


    She was like a hedgehog, tough and unyielding, not minding being beaten or receiving sweet


    words. She had be indifferent to everything, like being immune to salt and oil.


    The two remained in a standoff for a while, and finally, Brett covered her eyes and said, "Go to


    sleep."


    Brett didn''t want to say any more to her, fearing that it would upset her enough to make her injury


    bleed again.


    "Since we''re not divorced, you''re still my wife."