Chapter 76
A sudden surge of pain hit her mouth, her tongue feeling numb from the scalding. The hot feeling
rushed down her throat into her stomach, warming her up but also bringing more intense pain.
The spicy ginger soup irritated her stomach, and her scorched throat started itching. She couldn''t
help it and threw up.
The yellow ginger soup mixed with the undigested medicine sshed all over Brett.
Brett was a bit of a clean freak, maybe even a severe case. Seeing the vomit all over his upper
body and arm, all sticky and smelling sour, he winced and tried to hold his breath.
"Izabe, did you do it on purpose, throwing up all over me?" He was utterly disgusted, pushing
Izabe away and putting down the bowl in his hand. He quickly grabbed some paper towels to
wipe himself, but the more he wiped, the more nauseous he felt.
Izabe''s face turned even paler after vomiting. She held her stomach with one hand and wiped her
mouth with the other. Upon hearing Brett''s words, she looked up to see his gloomy face.
"I told you I didn''t want to drink it, but you insisted on force-feeding me!" So who could she me?
And it wasn''t intentional. If she could choose, she would have thrown up even more on him,
disgusting him so much that he wouldn''t dare to touch her again.
After wiping himself for a while, the irritable Brett furiously took off his shirt and threw it on the
ground, then reached out towards Izabe.
Izabe''s eyes flickered, and she instinctively shrank back into the nket like a turtle that senses
danger and retreats into its shell.
Brett was taken aback. He hadn''t expected his simple action would frighten Izabe like a scared
bird.
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Perhaps his facial expression scared her too. Brett slightly softened his look and went closer,
pinching Izabe''s chin gently.
Izabe tried to avoid him, but he gently touched her head, "Why are you hiding? Weren''t you all
high and mighty just now? Now you''re scared?"
Izabe didn''t like him touching her head. To other people, it might be an intimate gesture, but
between her and Brett, it was just a sign of disdain, just like randomly petting a dog when you''re in a
good mood.
Recently, Brett had indeed treated her like a dog, trying to tame her into submission and obedience.
Brett pulled Izabe out of the nket, her weight as light as a feather, hardly the weight of an adult.
Izabe was delicate, with fair, smooth skin that would bruise easily. Her lips were swollen, clearly
from the scalding when he fed her ginger soup earlier.
But he didn''t think it was hot when he touched the bowl...
Brett gently touched her face, "Open your mouth, let me take a look."
Izabe turned her head away, her throat burning in pain. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Don''t touch
me."
"I won''t do anything this time. I just want to see if you''re injured inside your mouth."
What if she was injured? Could he heal it? Izabe absolutely hated this fake concern from Brett.
"Get away from me." Izabe pushed him away, but with no sess.
Brett''s brows furrowed. He had already lowered his voice and humbled himself, and Izabe still
wouldn''t cooperate, which didn''t make him feel any better.
He cradled her face, pinching her jaw to open her mouth to check inside.
To Izabe, it felt like her jaw would be crushed under his grip, the pain making her eyes tear up.
She involuntarily let out a groan, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Brett didn''t care about her difort. He continued to examine her mouth and saw a few blisters
inside, along with some loose skin on the roof of her mouth.
No bleeding, but it would definitely hurt.
Brett felt a bit guilty. "Why didn''t you say it was hot when I was feeding you? What if you had
scalded your face? You would look like a toad."
Izabe had already grown used to his pointless remarks.