Chapter 249


    "At first, I was serious. Why don''t youe and hang out with me at mypany? It''s not like I''m


    crazy jealous, but it''s just that you haven''t been spending enough time with me. I mean, even


    Stevenson has been talking to you more since he arrived."


    Izabe gave him a side-eye, rolled her eyes, and turned her face away. "Brett, do you remember


    the promises you wrote down before?"


    Upon hearing this, Brett immediately sat up straight.


    Brett''s possessiveness was too strong, not only towards other men but even when facing a cat, he


    could get jealous. There was a notebook in the bottom drawer of the bedside table, filled with


    promises Brett had written down.


    — I shouldn''t get upset and distrust my wife for seeing her eat with another man. Shouldn''t throw a


    cat away because I saw my wife petting it. Shouldn''t tear up a magazine because I saw my wife


    staring at the male star on it, and threaten to boycott him. —


    I, Brett, promise not to be a jealous husband, not to be irrationally jealous, not to show pettiness at


    all times, to give my wife freedom, respect her, cherish her, trust her, love her and spoil her for a


    lifetime. I, Brett, will be generous and magnanimous in the future, and if I break this promise, I am a


    pig.


    Brett thought of thest sentence, and his face stiffened for a moment. He had never written a


    promise like this in his entire life before, and thest sentence was something Izabe had forced


    him to write. If Izabe hadn''t reminded him, he would have almost forgotten about the promise.


    It was not that he didn''t care, but he had too many things going on daily, either busy with work or


    keeping an eye out for potential lovepetitors, even when Izabe was kept at home all day and


    hardly saw anyone besides the housemaids.


    He didn''t limit Izabe''s inte ess, but he couldn''t help but check her phone every time he


    came home from work.


    Brett was sitting on the couch, watching Izabe about to leave, and suddenly hugged her waist and


    pulled her into his arms. Then, he leaned his face against her thin back, and a hoarse voice


    squeezed out of his throat: "I am a pink, oink, oink."


    Izabe did resent his dominance a little, but now hearing him acting like a pig, she couldn''t help but


    burst intoughter.


    Brett''s arms were powerful, holding her waist like a chain trapping her. She tried to get up, but it felt


    as if there was a huge rock weighing down her waist, making it impossible for her to rise. She


    turned to look back but she could only see the top of Brett''s head and not his face, probably


    because he thought it was embarrassing and buried his face in her back.


    "Brett, you''re really barking like a dog." Izabe was both annoyed and amused.


    In the end, Brett got what he wanted and ended up in bed, hugging Izabe and kissing her non-


    stop.


    It had been nearly three months since Izabe came here. Other than asional stomachaches,


    life had been pretty normal.


    She began to have the idea of wanting to go to work, but with her hands like this, what could she


    do? She stared at her ugly fingertips, unable to pick up or hold anything. She couldn''t even use a


    keyboard, so even if she went to work, she would be useless.


    Izabe frowned, and at 11 in the morning, she took out her cell phone to send Brett a text


    message, as usual, reminding him to eat.


    After waiting for ten minutes without seeing Brett''s reply, Izabe simply called him. The phone was


    answered after about five or six seconds.


    "Madam?"


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    "Are you Liam? I am Brett''s wife. I want to bring him some food," Izabe exined.


    The receptionist seemed a bit surprised but remained polite: "I''m sorry, Madam, President Windham


    is having an emergency meeting right now, and his phone is temporarily with me. If you have any


    urgent matters, you can tell me first, and I will inform President Windhamter."


    Izabe hurriedly said: "No urgency, I just want to remind him to have lunch."


    After hearing this, the receptionist smiled: "Madam, it''s not that easy to remind President Windham


    to eat over the phone; you have toe in person. He could forget about the lunch I put on his


    table every day."


    "Has he been very busytely?" Izabe felt that Brett had been looking thin and haggard these


    days, even though he still came back home on time to apany her and didn''t work overtime.


    However, Brett had never talked about work, fearing she would worry, and she never asked since


    she didn''t understand.


    "He has been quite busy, like today''s meeting has been going on for three hours since this


    morning."


    "Isn''t he going to forget about lunch then?"


    "Exactly, that''s why I said you have toe in person to remind him."


    Izabe suddenly had an idea and said, "Thank you," before hanging up the phone.


    Tiara was busy cooking, and the meal was almost ready. Izabe hadn''t even approached when


    she smelled a delicious aroma.


    "Tiara."


    Tiara turned to look at her: "Yes, what''s up?"


    "Do we have any thermal containers at home?"


    "Thermal containers? I think so. I''ll have Katie look for one in a while. Are you nning to take


    some food out, Madam?"


    "No, I want to pack some food and take it to Brett''spany."


    Tiara showed a meaningful smile. This sweet couple! She immediately separated some dishes and


    packed them.


    Izabe''s hand would tremble, so Tiara helped her put the food in the container.


    Tiara covered the thermal container: "Madam, since you are going to bring lunch to President


    Windham, maybe you should eat lunch first before going."


    "I know." She had a severe stomach illness, which everyone in the house knew, so they watched


    her eat three meals a day.


    Izabe went to eat, and Tiara helped her pack the container and put her noon medication in the


    bag as well.


    People with stomach illness need to eat less but more frequently, because eating too much can


    cause bloating, and when hungry, the stomach will be painful.


    The butler, knowing Izabe was going to the Windham Group, called the driver and asked him to


    wait at the door. Tiara carried the lunchbox and helped Izabe get into the car.


    When they arrived at the Windham Group just after 12 o''clock, she got out of the car with the


    lunchbox and looked at the tall building in front of her.


    The sky was clear blue, and the sun was shining brightly, making her eyes sting and sore.


    She couldn''t help feeling nervous, her steps heavy, standing under the sun for a while before she


    took a deep breath and went inside.


    The automatic doors slid open, and the receptionist nced at her before asking, not-too-rudely,


    who she was looking for.


    "I''m here to see your President Windham," Izabe said.


    The receptionist''s face twitched a bit before asking, "Do you have an appointment?"


    "Nope."


    "Sorry, Miss, but you need to make an appointment if you want to see President Windham. I can''t let


    you in without one." She nced deliberately at the lunchbox Izabe was carrying, raising her


    eyebrows slightly and shing a look of impatience.


    She''d been working here for six months and thought she''d seen it all. This woman wanted to see


    President Windham, brought a lunchbox, and didn''t even have an appointment? Clearly, she was


    seeking attention.


    Brett, young and sessful, was a handsome and wealthy man – practically every unmarried


    woman in thepany secretly imagined him as their dream husband. Of course, the receptionist


    wasn''t immune to his charms either.


    She sized Izabe up once more, noticing she didn''t resemble the usual seductive, cunning women


    who tried to woo Brett.


    Typically, the women attempting to seduce Brett dressed provocatively, often in revealing clothes


    even in cold weather. Izabe, on the other hand, dressed more conservatively, her scars


    preventing her from wearing short skirts and sleeves. She wore a long shirt and jeans that covered


    her body securely.


    The receptionist couldn''t identify what brand Izabe''s clothes were, but from her demeanor, she


    seemed like a quiet, gentle girl.


    She snickered internally, her eyes filled with disdain.


    Izabe felt confused. She''d only spoken a few words, yet the receptionist was already looking


    down on her like she was plotting something.


    "Fine, I''ll give him a call," Izabe said, putting down the lunchbox and taking out her phone to call


    Brett.


    But before she could dial, the receptionist urged her to leave. "Miss, if you want to make a call,


    please do it outside. I have customers to attend to."


    Izabe nced at the waiting area next to them. Why was she being asked to leave? What was


    going on?


    She wasn''t stupid. She could tell from the receptionist''s tone and gaze that she mistook her for


    someone with bad intentions.


    Reluctantly, Izabe stepped outside to make her phone call.


    The receptionist who''d just attended to Izabe watched her leave, her eyes growing more scornful.


    "Madeline, why did you make her wait outside? What if President Windham actually knows her?"


    "No way, didn''t you see the lunchbox she was carrying? Everyone knows Liam prepares President


    Windham''s lunch. She''s definitely up to something."


    Another receptionist shook her head. "But still, you shouldn''t have kicked her out like that. We have


    a waiting area, and she mentioned making a phone call. You should''ve let her make the call first."


    "Are you dumb? That phone call was just an excuse. Once she couldn''t reach him, she''d want us to


    call him and trick President Windham intoing out."


    "As if President Windham could be so easily fooled."


    "Anyway, I already sent her out. If she gets through on the phone, she cane back in." Madeline


    rolled her eyes.


    Just then, the elevator dinged. Madeline paused, only to see Liam rush out.


    "Liam, are you off to deliver President Windham''s lunch?"


    Liam was well-known for his calm disposition and always treated everyone kindly. Hearing


    Madeline''s question, he shook his head: "No, I''m here to pick someone up."


    As Brett''s assistant, who could he be picking up in person?


    Madeline''s face paled slightly, exchanging a nce with the other receptionist in disbelief.


    Because the only person around was the woman outside carrying the lunchbox. Could it really be


    her?


    Madeline attempted tofort herself, thinking that even if it was her, it wouldn''t be a big deal.


    People came to the Windham Group for business, and who would bring a lunchbox for that? This


    woman was most likely a maid from President Windham''s household, bringing him lunch.


    However, Liam''s next words left everyone in the room jaw-dropped.


    "Madam, why are you waiting outside?"


    Madeline''s face turned gray. "Madam?" Was this "madam" who she thought it was? Was this the


    president''s wife? That mysterious woman married to President Windham?