Chapter 230


    "You deserve someone who''s gentle and cares for you, not someone who hangs up without hearing


    your exnation." After saying that, Nathaniel added, "If you were with me, I''d give you enough


    freedom and not interfere with your social life. At least, respect and trust are essential."


    Izabe''s face became a bit heavy. She knew better than anyone else what kind of person Brett


    was, and she didn''t need an outsider to worry about her.


    "Trying to stir things up between me and my husband won''t work."


    Nathaniel smirked, "Whether it''s stirring things up or not, you''ll find out when you go back."


    Even though Izabe''s mind isn''t as sharp as before, it doesn''t mean she''s stupid.


    From the things Nathaniel said, she could almost be sure that his approach to her wasn''t love at first


    sight but had an ulterior motive.


    Izabe stared at her phone, looking pale. She looked at the cake in front of her; it had a sweet


    smell and looked appetizing, but her stomach was blocked, and she couldn''t eat anything.


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    How could she cheer up an angry man?


    Izabe pondered this question. Today she''s in the wrong; she shouldn''t have lied to Brett, saying


    she was eating alone.


    She called the waiter and ordered two cakes to be packed.


    "Do you finish it?" Nathaniel looked at the te in front of her. She had only eaten a few bites of the


    steak, just a little of the appetizer, and the soup was barely touched.


    "I''m full already. Thank you for your treat." Izabe took out her card, "Let''s split the bill for this


    meal."


    Clearly, she was determined to draw a line between her and Nathaniel.


    Nathaniel didn''t say anything, seeing her indifferent attitude, but his eyes became increasingly


    dangerous.


    Izabe took the cake to settle the bill at the front desk, only to be told that she didn''t have to pay for


    the meal because Nathaniel was the owner of this restaurant.


    Izabe was stunned for a moment, looking back, Nathaniel was standing behind her, winking at


    her.


    "Do you want to transfer the money to me?"


    "Yes, give me your ount."


    "Why bother? Just add me on Facebook."


    Nathaniel took out his phone, and in Izabe''s recently registered Facebook, there was only Brett.


    She hadn''t posted any contents, and there was nothing private in her news.


    Izabe transferred money to him.


    After Nathaniel confirmed the receipt, he knew he couldn''t keep her and said, "Let me take you


    home. It''s still raining outside."


    "No need." Izabe''s expression was cold.


    Nathaniel didn''t insist further. He watched Izabe leave, took out his phone, flipped to the message


    page, and clicked on the message at the top.


    When he saw the photos sent by the other party, he smiled, selected a few pictures with ambiguous


    angles, and sent them to Brett.


    Meeting Izabe today was a coincidence, and he didn''t expect such a big gain. He was curious to


    see Brett''s reaction after receiving these photos.


    Could he really not care and trust Izabe''s words? Did he not feel the slightest estrangement in his


    heart?


    After seeing the other party receive the message, Nathaniel sneered, his eyes bright and clear, and


    put the phone into his coat pocket.


    At this moment, Brett was in the president''s office dealing with work. Because of the call he just


    made to Izabe, he felt very anxious and restless.


    He couldn''t read a word on theputer screen, with a headache. He sat in a leather chair,


    supporting his head with his left hand while holding a half-smoked cigarette in his right.


    The phone on his desk suddenly vibrated. Brett nced sideways, looking at it.


    When he saw the name on the message, his deep eyes looked even darker, gloomy and cold.


    He opened the message, and when he saw the photos, it was as if every cell in his body was


    ignited.


    There were a total of five photos, and the people in the photos were Nathaniel and Izabe.


    From their intimate actions in the photos, it seemed like they were the loving couple.


    In the movie theater, the man was leaning on Izabe''s shoulder; In the restaurant, they were sitting


    at a couple''s table, and there was also a picture of Izabe adding Nathaniel on Facebook.


    Aside from anger, Brett''s eyes were filled with indescribableplexity, his mood sinking to the


    bottom.


    Was this Izabe''s so-called going to a movie alone? Eating lunch alone?


    He couldn''t believe that even though Izabe had amnesia, her mind was still slow, but she was still


    so good at lying!


    What he couldn''t think of even more was Nathaniel would be with Izabe.


    Brett''s eyes shed with ferocity as he smashed the phone against the wall. The phone fell to the


    ground, and the screen shattered.


    He pushed the chair behind him and walked towards the door. Just then, Liam came with a


    document. Seeing Brett''s gloomy face, he subconsciously stopped.


    "President Windham, where are you going?"


    "Going home."


    "But there''s an important meeting this afternoon."


    "Cancel it." He just wanted to go back and ask Izabe why she lied to him when she knew he


    hated deception the most.


    As Brett hesitated, Liam thought he had changed his mind to continue working, but Brett picked up


    the smashed phone off the floor.


    "Go to the mall and purchase a phone. Send it to my office tomorrow morning."


    "Okay." Liam nced at the phone in Brett''s hand, which was smashed so badly that it showed how


    angry he was.


    Although Brett was strict at work, he had never lost his temper. This was obviously because of


    issues at home.


    Liam thought of Izabe.


    As soon as Brett left, Liam had no choice but to cancel the meeting and reschedule it.


    Izabe stood at the mall entrance to avoid the rain, waiting for a taxi home. A cold wind mixed with


    fine rain blew over, and Izabe shivered, holding the cake firmly in her hands.


    Sweets can make people feel happy. She hoped that Brett would not be too angry after eating the


    cake.


    Izabe wanted to go straight to the Windham Group to meet Brett, but she didn''t know where


    Brett''s workce was.


    After hesitating for a moment, she nervously called Brett.


    The call went through, and after a few seconds of waiting, the other party answered.


    "Brett, I brought some cake. Where''s your office? I''lle meet you."


    "No need, just wait for me at home." He hung up without waiting for Izabe''s reply.


    Izabe stood there dumbfounded, with the cold wind constantly blowing at her. She could hardly


    feel the cold though, because her heart felt even colder than her skin.


    The anger in her heart brought a sour, swelling pain. Izabe clenched her teeth, her eyes turning


    red from the injustice.


    She had confidently believed that Brett would trust and respect her, but now his change in attitude


    left her uncertain about his thoughts. Caught off guard in a rapidly changing game, people always


    feel hesitant and timid when faced with uncertainty.


    Izabe let out a long sigh, feeling as if there was a heavy stone pressing on her chest, making her


    breathless.


    A taxi was parked outside, and after checking the license te, Izabe walked out of the mall,


    carefully holding the cake.


    It was a short distance from there to her home, just a few minutes by car.


    Adrian stood at the door, holding a cup and looking into the distance. When he saw Izabe return,


    his eyes lit up, "Ma''am, you''re back. Did you take your medicine?"


    "I did."


    Adrian looked at her red, freezing fingers and quickly walked over, "Ma''am, what are you holding?"


    As he spoke, he reached out his hand, "Let me help you with that. You should take a hot bath and


    warm up."


    Adrian was almost as old as Izabe''s father, and everyone in the family treated her well. Izabe


    considered them her own family.


    Seeing Adrian''s kind smile, Izabe felt much warmer, but she shook her head, "Adrian, I can hold it


    myself."


    "Alright."


    Izabe took the cake back to her bedroom and ced it on the bedside table.


    She didn''t take a bath, just wiped her wet hair with a clean towel and changed into her pajamas.


    Cancer patients are physically weak and cannot endure coldness, nor can they stand the cold.


    Moreover, she just took her medicine and was so dizzy that she could not help but want to sleep.


    Suddenly, everything around her became quiet, only the sound of rain outside could be heard.


    Izabe sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the dark carpet on the floor. She took off her


    shoes and stepped on it barefoot, the soft touch slightly rxing her nerves.


    Izabe tilted her head and zoned out for a while, then got into bed, pulled the nket over her and


    checked her phone.


    No one had called her or sent any messages. She checked the time - it was two o''clock in the


    afternoon.


    Brett woulde home at six, so Izabe made sure her phone wasn''t on silent and set an rm


    for four o''clock.


    At three in the afternoon, a luxury car entered the vi and parked in the outdoor parking area.


    Brett got out of the car, his face dark and angry. His deep eyes seemed to be filled with a storm


    about to erupt.