Chapter 248


    Normally when Brett went to work, Stevenson would stay at home and chat with Izabe, spending


    much more time with her than Brett.


    Of course, the jealous Brett couldn''t stand it, so he immediately arranged a house for Stevenson not


    far away and asked him to move.


    Izabe couldn''t help butugh, "You just kicked him out like that? Who''s gonna give me


    psychological counseling now?"


    "I think you don''t need it anymore."


    Still so selfish and domineering, Izabe said, "You think? Last week you thought I needed


    counseling, and now you think I don''t. Whose body is it, mine or yours?"


    The two almost quarreled over this trivial matter, but in the end, Stevenson persuaded them both


    and told Izabe that she didn''t need psychological counseling for the time being.


    During the two weeks he had been at the vi, he had only hypnotized Izabe once, and their


    meetings were mostly just casual chats to pass the time.


    It was not easy for Izabe to make a friend her age with whom she could chat and pass the boring


    time, but the jealous Brett put an end to it.


    Izabe got angry for a whole night and made Brett sleep on the sofa instead of letting him into bed.


    Having learned his lesson, Brett didn''t dare to say a word against her. He just sat on the sofa


    without a nket, staring in Izabe''s direction feeling hurt.


    He suddenly regretted inviting Stevenson to hypnotize Izabe, if he had known this would happen,


    he would have called a woman instead.


    Izabe and Stevenson had a lot inmon and could talk about many things. Sometimes they


    would chat andpletely ignore Brett when he came home from work. Brett, who was already


    frustrated by not being able to be close to his wife because of the many outsiders at home, now had


    to deal with this third wheel. His jealousy was overwhelming.


    Izabe said she wouldn''t care about Brett, but seeing him locked on the sofa for half a night, she


    finally couldn''t bear it. She was really wrapped around his finger.


    Izabe found a woolen nket in the closet and carefully walked up to Brett, putting it on him.


    Brett didn''t sleep well, his years of caution keeping him alert even when asleep. When he heard a


    sound, he woke up, but he didn''t open his eyes.


    It wasn''t until Izabe put the nket on him that he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed


    Izabe''s hand.


    "Honey, can I go back to bed?"


    "You haven''t slept yet?" Izabe was startled by his sudden move and looked at Brett holding her


    hand, her face changing. "Let go of my hand."


    Brett said, "The sofa is too small, and I can''t sleep on it."


    Brett was quite tall and had arge frame, so the 1.5-meter sofa was indeed too small for him. He


    couldn''t even stretch his legs and had to curl up, making him look extremely pitiful.


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    "I was wrong. Please let me sleep in bed." He couldn''t even hug his wife after a long day of not


    seeing her and now had to sleep on the sofa.


    "You were wrong, but you''ll do it again," Izabe pulled her hand back forcefully, her voice was cold,


    "you know who I am, and I''ve told you several times that Stevenson and I are just friends. I hardly


    ever go out and finally make a friend who can chat with me, but you''re kicking him out. Do you think


    I''m a flirt who loves seducing men and cuckold you?"


    "That''s not what I meant," Brett defended himself, "Besides, didn''t Stevenson say he''s not


    comfortable and wants to move out?"


    It was indeed Stevenson who said that, but anyone could see who was pulling the strings from


    behind.


    "Or are you not willing to let him go?"


    There he went again! They say women were hard to understand and they loved to overthink things,


    but Izabe thought Brett was no different either. No one could beat him in jealousy.


    "Heh."


    "Do you prefer talking to Stevenson over me? Is it because I''m not handsome enough, or am I not


    tall enough?" It turned out men can be jealous too.


    "You''re not decent enough. You are shameless, and your words can piss people off."


    Brett was indeed shameless.


    Brett knew that Izabe would be angry because of his actions, but he just couldn''t ept her


    laughing and chatting with other men, even if it was the hypnotist he had hired to control her


    memories.


    "You cane to mypany when you''re bored during the day."


    "Do I go to yourpany to watch you in meetings or watch you sign documents?"


    "You''re wee to join if you want."


    Heh.


    It was obvious how busy Brett''s work was, as he would usually only reply to her texts in the


    afternoon. He often skipped lunch.


    Izabe had a stomach problem, and when it acted up, she would feel weak, nauseous, and the


    slightest noise would exacerbate the pain.


    She didn''t want Brett to end up like her, but every time she called to remind him to eat, he just


    ignored her. Even when Liam brought him lunch, he would let it get cold. It was hopeless.


    How could someone who was too busy to even have lunch be able to chat with her? She feared she


    would be kicked out before she even stepped into hispany.