Chapter 180


    Izabe''s chin was almost dislocated and tears uncontrobly rolled down her cheeks as she


    squinted her eyes.


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    Brett frowned and loosened his grip on her. "Why are you crying? If you want to kill me, you''re that


    scared just because I asked? If you''re so afraid, why are you plotting against me?"


    Izabe copsed on the bed, unable to control herself. She hated her own ipetence for not


    being able to kill the person who hurt her.


    When Izabe cried, there was no sound. When she cried too hard, she would choke, and it was


    difficult to listen to.


    Brett pried open Izabe''s clenched hands and tucked her into the nket.


    Izabe kept crying, the recent events were like a nightmare to her.


    Brett''s heart ached, and he grabbed a tissue to carefully wipe her face.


    She was as timid as a cat, daring to choke people but not admitting it. He said he wouldn''t me


    her, but she still cried.


    Her face was deathly pale, making her eyes look even more red. Brett lifted her chin and gently


    kissed her lip, a quick, gentle move without any hint of ambiguity, as though it was a simplefort.


    "Izabe, do you really hate me that much?" Brett asked with a bitter smile. "You hate me so much


    that you get up in the middle of the night trying to strangle me. Do you really think you could kill


    someone with that kind of strength? You''re the epitome of naive and foolish."


    Izabe looked at Brett, her mouth opening slightly. It felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton,


    unable to swallow or spit out.


    Although she didn''t say a word, her eyes contained immense hatred. Brett knew better than anyone


    how much Izabe hated him.


    It seemed like her eyes were filled with not tears but blood-thirsty intent.


    The fierce gaze was as if she wanted nothing more than to kill him.


    Brett''s heart ached slightly, and he covered Izabe''s eyes, hiding the hatred in them.


    "Izabe, would you have married me if it wasn''t for sixteen years ago?" Brett finally asked the


    question he had always wanted to ask.


    Izabe''s body stiffened, unable to see Brett''s anxious expression with her eyes covered.


    It took a long time before she murmured, "No, if I had a choice, I wouldn''t even want to meet you."


    If she had met him six years instead of sixteen years earlier, the boy who had saved her would have


    remained a blurred memory in her heart, instead of bing a devil that dragged her into this


    abyss.


    With Brett''s warm palm on her forehead, Izabe said, "Brett, you asked if I hate you. Yes, I do. I


    hate you as much as I used to love you. I wish I could strangle you, skin you alive, feast on your


    flesh and blood, then open your chest to see what your heart is made of!"


    A tear silently slid down her cheek, dampening the man''s palm.


    Choking up, Izabe asked, "Why did you change? You were never like this initially."


    "I hate that you destroyed my pride and self-esteem, robbed me of everything, and got rid of the


    Brett from sixteen years ago who saved me."


    Listening to Izabe''s words, Brett felt suffocated as if a hand was crushing his heart. It wasn''t him


    who had changed, but rather, the person from sixteen years ago was never him.


    From the beginning, their rtionship was a mistake. Izabe hated him, and he did too.


    Izabe, why is your love for me based on another person?