Chapter 241
"So, you''re willing to forgive me?" Brett asked cautiously, seeing Izabe''s softened expression and
couldn''t help but smile.
"You wish, it''s not that easy to be forgiven."
Hearing Izabe''s words, Brett slightly tensed up.
Izabe was moved but didn''t want to lose to her emotions. After dealing with Nathaniel, there were
still many issues between them that hadn''t been resolved.
There would be more misunderstandings and arguments between them in the future.
She might have be a bit slow-witted after losing her memory, but she wasn''t actually dumb.
She didn''t forget about the birth control pills Brett had given her or that Kaley girl.
These were like thorns in her heart. She never believed in letting it pass would help. If the thorn is
not removed, it will only get deeper and more painful.
Brett knelt on the ground, silently shedding tears, looking like a puppy who had made a mistake and
was begging for forgiveness. A few times, Izabe almost gave in to his pleading eyes and thought
about letting it go.
She held back, clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. After a moment, she made up her mind.
"Get up first."
Brett stubbornly stayed kneeling, "I won''t get up until you forgive me."
Izabe rolled her eyes, "Do your words from before still count?"
"What words?" He had said a lot and made many promises. Like before, he had said he wouldn''t
hurt Izabe, but he still ended up hurting her.
Seeing the bruises on Izabe''s neck, he regretfully pped himself twice.
"You said I was your boss and that you would listen to everything I had to say."
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"It counts." Brett answered somewhat reluctantly, afraid that Izabe would take advantage of it. If
she asked to break up with him, was he supposed to listen to her?
"Now I want you to stand up."
Brett suddenly stood up, but his legs were numb due to poor blood cirction and the fact that he
had an injury on his thigh. The sudden movement made him lost control of his leg. He stumbled
backward but managed to steady himself.
At that moment, he didn''t miss Izabe''s momentary worried gaze, which eased his mind a little.
"What exactly is the rtionship between you and Kaley?" Izabe asked.
Brett hurried to exin, "There''s no rtionship between us."
"She likes you," Izabe said very confidently. Kaley''s behavior that day was undoubtedly dering
her territory. The seemingly intimate actions left Izabe wondering if they were intentional.
Originally, Izabe hadn''t thought much about it, but today she got into an argument with Brett.
When she mentioned "Kaley", she saw Brett''s face stiffen.
Brett knew he couldn''t fool Izabe. If he tried to cover up one lie with another, it would eventually
unravel and fall apart.
"Yes, she likes me, but I have no thoughts about her. You saw it yourself, I didn''t even want to deal
with her when she returned to J City and told you to stay away from her."
"Why didn''t you make it clear to me?"
"Because I was afraid, you''d overthink it."
As soon as Brett finished talking, they both fell silent, the atmosphere heavy. Izabe stood up and
said, " sit down first, I''ll go get the medicine."
Feeling a bit dazed, Brett sat down and watched Izabe open the cab and take out the first aid
kit.
"Take off your clothes and pants, I want to see how bad your injuries are."
Without a second thought, Brett took off his clothes and threw them on the ground. Izabe walked
over with the first aid kit and was taken aback when she saw the extent of his injuries.
His abdomen and waist were covered in bruises, along with his legs and wrists, which had obvious
broken skin and swelling.
Izabe looked at Brett''s injuries, suddenly not knowing where to start. She put down the medicine
and cotton swabs, " go take a shower first, and then I''ll help you apply the medicine."
"Alright." Brett, now obedient like a dog, quickly grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom,
coming out in less than ten minutes. Izabe sat on the bed with a cotton swab, lost in thought.
The bathroom door opened, and warm steam wafted out. Brett wiped the water off his body but
didn''t dare to get on the bed. He could only carry the chair he had been sitting on earlier and ced
it in front of Izabe, waiting for her to apply the medicine.
Izabe looked at him, not knowing what to say. Since she offered to help, it wasn''t like she could
back out now.
Brett held the first aid kit and handed the medicine to Izabe. Seeing her not take it, he said, "I''ll
just apply it myself. My hands hurt a bit, and it might not be easy to get the medicine on my back,
but I can use the mirror."
Still, he yed the pity card. Brett was smart, always knowing how to break through Izabe''s
defenses. Izabe took the medicine from him.
She began applying it to his face first. When the medicine touched the wound, Brett''s breathing
became heavy, and his eyebrows furrowed.
Izabe muttered under her breath, "Serves you right."
Though she said this, her movements became even gentler. Her injured fingers, however, made it
difficult to keep a steady grip on the cotton swab.
Brett''srge bruises on his back looked shocking under the light. Izabe pursed her lips and said,
"Your wounds look painful."
"It doesn''t hurt." Brett felt his heart being squeezed by an invisible hand. He tensed his back and
could clearly feel the faint breath behind him.
His injuries were nothingpared to the ones Izabe had suffered.
Brett''s eyshes trembled as he carefully watched Izabe''s fingers.
He could see her fingers were stiff and not flexible. Even twisting a bottle cap took a lot of effort.
Izabe applied the medicine to Brett''s back, "It might hurt a bit, just bear with it."
Brett agreed.
Izabe''s hands were weak, so she could only apply the medicine bit by bit. After about ten
minutes, her hands were sore and aching.
Seeing him stay silent, Izabe suddenly asked, "Brett, were you not nice to me in the past?"