Chapter 245


    Izabe didn''t stay upte that night and woke up early the next day, heading down to have


    breakfast with Brett.


    Izabe loved taking care of pets personally. This was her first time raising a cat, so she was


    learning step by step.


    She would learn to make milk powder, give the cat baths, feed it, and be a qualified owner.


    The kitten has already been vinated, so Izabe yed with it without any worry, repeating its


    name "Niki" over and over.


    The kitten seemed to love the name, and every time Izabe called it, it would meow back, even


    wagging its tail in response when sleeping and hearing Izabe''s voice.


    "I feel like you don''t love me anymore since you got the cat," Brett, with a sour face, said behind


    Izabe.


    "What, are you jealous of a kitten?" Izabe asked.


    "I am," Brett admitted. He had a strong possessive desire and realized quite early on that he had


    unique feelings for Izabe.


    Brett had a ck-and-white attitude in life – either he didn''t care, or he wouldn''t let go once he got


    it.


    He wanted to monopolize Izabe and didn''t want anyone else to share her attention, including the


    housekeepers and servants at home. Now, seeing all her attention going to the kitten, he felt


    insanely jealous.


    Just the thought of Izabe someday leaving him for another man made him feel like his heart was


    being ripped apart.


    Brett''s injury healed quickly, and by the third day, his leg was no longer painful. So one day, he


    found himself in this situation:


    Izabe waszily holding the cat on the couch, legs crossed, surrounded by various fruits and


    snacks. She was watching TV attentively, enjoying her leisure time.


    Not far from her right hand, Brett was kneeling on the remote control. The small device was hard to


    control in terms of force and bnce, making Brett shake after a while.


    "Control your strength."


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    "Wait, which part did you press?"


    "The volume is too high."


    "Why did the TV screen go ck?"


    "Why is there no sound now?"


    "Brett."


    After adjusting his position dozens of times, he finally mastered the technique. As he watched


    Izabe enjoying herself watching TV, he felt overwhelmed with jealousy.


    He was tormented by this woman day and night.


    "Brett, I want to eat walnuts."


    "I''ll crack them for you." Brett cracked six walnuts with his hand, and without waiting for Izabe''s


    instruction, he peeled pistachios and stopped only after filling a small bowl.


    "Remember not to cross my bottom line again."


    Izabe had told Brett her bottom lines would be infidelity and domestic violence.


    Before Izabe''s amnesia, Brett hadmitted both.


    He chose to kneel as a punishment to himself, and he remembered the day when the Salotti family


    went bankrupt, n Salotti went to prison. Izabe had knelt in the rain for half an hour till she


    vomited blood.


    Izabe didn''t know what Brett was thinking, but she looked at him with a hint of pity. She couldn''t


    bear to see him kneeling any longer.


    She put down the little kitten and walked up to Brett, taking his hand and pulling him up.


    As long as Brett didn''t cross her boundaries in the future and sincerely treated her well, even if she


    rememberedthe unpleasant past, she shouldn''t separate from Brett, right?


    She took rtionships very seriously and was confident that she and Brett could be together for a


    lifetime.