Chapter 138


    Izabe took out the pill, and then walked barefoot to the water dispenser to get a cup of water. She


    was about to take it when there was a movement on the bed. Izabe''s body stiffened, and she


    turned her head.


    The man who had just been asleep was now awake, sitting up in bed with the nket sliding down


    to his waist. Izabe adjusted to the dim light and could vaguely see Brett''s well-defined muscles on


    his upper body.


    "What are you taking?" Brett asked, even though he knew what Izabe was taking, as if looking for


    unrealistic reassurance.


    "Birth control pill."


    "I took precautions, you don''t need to take the pill. Taking too many can be harmful," Brett said, his


    eyes falling on Izabe''s hand.


    "Just to be extra safe." Izabe pinched the pill, threw it in her mouth as she tilted her head back,


    and swallowed it with a sip of cold water.


    Brett''s eyes became even deeper in the darkness, as he narrowed them to watch Izabe''s


    movements. His hands propped up on the bed squeezed so hard that the sheets crumpled into a


    ball.


    How afraid was she of getting pregnant with his child? Even though he''d already taken precautions,


    she was still uneasy, even if she was asleep she still had to get up and take the pill.


    Brett''s gaze was murky, like a wolf lurking in the dark, his eyes filled with a strong sense of


    coercion. Izabe had gotten used to his gaze, but she still felt frightened when he stared at her for


    so long.


    Izabe gripped the cup hard in her hand and did a heavy mental struggle before putting it down


    and walking to the bedside.


    Before she even reached the bed, Brett''s long arm reached out and grabbed her wrist. His grip was


    strong, and Izabe couldn''t break free no matter how hard she tried.


    "Don''t take the pill anymore," Brett said softly in the darkness.


    "Can you promise not to touch me then?" Izabe asked.


    Brett pulled Izabe onto the bed, "I promised I wouldn''t get you pregnant. Those pills are bad for


    your health if you take too many." He had heard that taking too many could disrupt hormone levels


    and impact the uterus. Her uterus was already fragile and difficult to get pregnant, so if she kept


    taking the pills, she might never be able to have children.


    Izabe scoffed, "Of course, I know taking too many pills is bad, butpared to the harm


    abortions can do to my body, what does it matter?"


    Suddenly, Brett loosened his grip, looking gloomily at her face.


    Izabe lowered her eyes and climbed onto the bed. Her body had grown cold since leaving the


    bed, contrasting with Brett''s warmth.


    Izabe curled up in the nket, her voice hoarse, "Brett, do you just really like forcing people?


    When I used to love you, I wanted to have your children, but you didn''t care. Now that I don''t want


    to, you''re trying to force me."


    Izabe suddenly felt confused, she closed her eyes, "Did I owe you something in my past life? Why


    do you hate me so much now and want to ruin me?"


    "I don''t hate you."


    "You''re lying."


    "Really, Izabe, I don''t hate you." If he hated her, he wouldn''t keep her around, watch over her at


    the hospital day and night, and worry about her taking birth control pills.


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    It was as if a little person lived inside him, constantly urging him to take something from Izabe.


    He wanted Izabe to have his child and never be able to leave him again. He also wanted her


    heart.


    He was so greedy, wanting to swallow the person in front of him, blending her into his flesh and


    blood.


    He wanted Izabe''s body and soul, her freedom, herughter, and the reflection of himself in her


    bright eyes.


    He had once possessed all of these things but now he had lost them.


    They weren''t worth much money, but why couldn''t he let go?