Chapter 244


    This little kitten was only as big as her two hands, like a round ball of fur. Izabe carefully held the


    kitten, bringing her face down to give it a kiss.


    Having such a cute kitten made the quiet vi lively. Even the always serious butler showed more


    smiles, his eyes warm as he looked at the kitten in Izabe''s hands.


    The servants hurried to bring out a litter box, toys, and other supplies. "Ma''am, it keeps meowing. Is


    it hungry?"


    Izabe gently touched the kitten''s belly, then nced at the floor, spotting a bag of milk powder.


    "It must be. Tiara, check the instructions on that milk powder and prepare half a cup for the kitten."


    Tiara happily read the instructions and went to mix the milk powder with a pet bottle.


    Izabe sat on the sofa and put the kitten on herp to feed it. The moment the kitten smelled the


    milk, it pounced on the bottle, not letting go and gulping down the liquid.


    Milk covered the kitten''s pink mouth, its fur all wet. Tiara quickly brought a small nket to put on


    Izabe''sp.


    "Does it have a name?"


    "Yes."


    "What is it?"


    Izabe finished feeding the kitten and yed with it using a fish toy. "Niki."


    "Nice name," Tiara agreed.


    The kitten curiously stared at the fish toy and tried to grab it with its front paw. Izabe, worried it


    might fall off herp, ced it on the carpet and continued to y with it.


    After eating, the overfed kitten''s belly was round and it was even more unstable on its legs. It barely


    caught the toy when it lost bnce and fell on the carpet, showing its round belly.


    Now that she had a kitten, Izabe had something to do in her free time, ying with it.


    The kitten loved to nap, especially on warm days. Izabe would hold it while sitting on the rocking


    chair on the balcony, stroking it while reading a book.


    Her phone vibrated next to her. Izabe picked it up with one hand and unlocked it. It was a text


    from Brett, asking, "Did you receive it?"


    Izabe smiled and sent him a photo of her holding the kitten, also asking about his injuries, "How''s


    your wound?"


    He replied quickly, "Much better. Will you apply the medicine for me tonight?"


    Holding her phone, Izabe replied, "For the sake of the kitten you sent me, I''ll apply the medicine


    tonight."


    With a contented smile, Izabe cuddled up with Niki in bed for a nap.


    Brett returned early in the afternoon. After dinner, the two of them took the kitten for a walk.


    Seeing the kitten snuggledfortably in Izabe''s arms with its eyes closed, Brett couldn''t help


    feeling jealous.


    Noticing Brett''s stare, Izabe thought he was envious of the kitten in her arms, so she brought it


    closer to his face. "Do you want to hold it?"


    Brett had never liked these furry creatures. He instinctively stepped back, ncing at the kitten''s big


    blue eyes, then at Izabe''s equally clear and bright cat-like eyes. He wanted to hold her more than


    the cat.


    "Pet it. I can''t believe you don''t like such a cute little creature." Izabe was over the moon, careful


    not to hurt the little kitten.


    Brett hesitantly put his hand on the kitten''s head, finding it not as annoying as he had imagined.


    "Do you want to hold it for a while?"


    "No, thanks."


    Brett watched Izabe withdraw her hand and lean back towards the kitten. Her loose top revealed


    a bit of her pinkish-white neck. Due to her smiling expression, her jawline curved beautifully.


    Brett''s mouth went dry like sandpaper, wishing he could just carry the woman in front of him back to


    their room.


    Izabe really loved the cat, taking it everywhere with her, even putting it in her bed when sleeping.


    After taking a shower, Brett saw the kitten upying his pillow. His face twitched slightly.


    "Stop focusing on the cat and go take a bath. I''ve already prepared the hot water."


    Reluctantly, Izabe put the kitten down, grabbed her pajamas, and went to shower. As she was


    undressing, Brett squeezed in.


    Hugging Izabe, he sniffed her like a dog. Her neck was sensitive, and his warm breath tickled her.


    "Did you smell something?"


    "It smells like cat. You should hurry and wash it off." In fact, it was a faint milk scent, not unpleasant.


    Brett just had a cleanliness obsession, so he took the cat to Tiara and exchanged the bedsheets


    and quilt.


    Izabe didn''t bother asking about the cat after her shower but smiled when she saw the clean


    sheets and quilt.


    Brett really was a clean freak.


    Fetching the first aid kit, Brett took off his shirt and let Izabe apply the medicine.


    Compared to yesterday, although it hurt less, the injury looked more severe. Arge, deep purple


    bruise spread like a stain.


    Izabe quickly finished applying the medicine and patted his shoulder. "Done, let''s sleep."


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    Brett didn''t forget to fetch the medicine for Izabe. Frowning at the white pill, she asked, "I don''t


    want to restore my memory anymore. Can I not take the medicine?"


    "You don''t want to restore your memory?"


    Izabe paused and exined, "It''s not that, I''m just not as eager as before." She knew Brett hadn''t


    treated her as well as she thought in the past.


    As for the specifics, she wasn''t curious or interested in figuring it out.


    "Can I not take it?" She could bear the handful of pills she took during the day but not the small one


    at night.


    Taking the pill would make her have nightmares, her chest tight, and her mind not so sharp. Her


    memory was getting worse, sometimes forgetting what she was doing halfway throughbing her


    hair when looking at her phone.


    Of course, she didn''t me the worsening memory on the pill but simply didn''t want to have


    nightmares anymore.


    Brett disagreed, determined to make her take the pill no matter how much she pouted or got angry.


    Frowning, Izabe took the medicine.


    "I''m doing this for your own good," Brett said sincerely, "This medicine isn''t for restoring your


    memory. You bumped your head in a car ident, slept for three months, and your mental state is


    pretty bad. You can only recover by taking this medicine slowly." He calmly lied.


    "I feel even worse after taking the medicine," grumbled Izabe, lying in bed, turning on the TV


    randomly and not caring to pay attention to Brett.


    It seemed like Izabe was really pissed off about being forced to take the medicine.


    Brett tightly gripped the medicine bottle, feeling very nervous. Even though Izabe repeatedly


    emphasized that she didn''t care about the past and just wanted to let it go, he didn''t dare take any


    risks.


    There were too many entanglements between them, one issue piled on top of another, creating an


    insurmountable gap between them.


    If Izabe were to remember everything from the past, knowing that he was responsible for her


    family''s demise, her miscarriage, using her to trade for Kaley, and her finger disability and memory


    loss, would she still stay with him?


    Izabe had said before that she wasn''t stupid and couldn''t pretend that nothing had happened and


    forgive him.


    Moreover, he had hurt Izabe countless times, so many times that he couldn''t even keep track,


    and he couldn''t even forgive himself.


    The TV was still on in the bedroom as Brett got lost in thought. By the time he snapped out of it,


    Izabe had already fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.


    He gently turned off the TV, held Izabe, and greedily kissed her soft hair.


    The next day was a weekend, and Brett didn''t have to work, so hezily cuddled with Izabe and


    had a lie-in.


    After the rm had gone off three times at different intervals, he finally got up.