Chapter 254


    Suddenly, a hand caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "Having a


    nightmare?"


    Izabe nodded with a tearful voice, "Yeah." Then she threw herself into Brett''s arms, gripping the


    nket tightly, feeling his warmth.


    She trembled nervously, and Brett didn''t know what to do. "What kind of nightmare made you cry


    like this?"


    "I dreamt that I went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor told me I had stomach cancer."


    Luckily, it was still dark outside, and the darkness prevented Izabe from seeing the change in


    Brett''s expression.


    "Dreams are the opposite of reality. You had that nightmare because you had a gastroscopy today."


    Izabe nodded.


    Trying to divert her attention, Brett asked, "Did the gastroscopy bother you today?"


    "It did. It hurt. Even though it was a painless gastroscopy, I still threw up." She didn''t tell him that


    she had vomited blood.


    Brett held Izabe''s hand to give her a sense of security, while his other hand gently rubbed her


    stomach. "It''s still early. Let''s sleep a little more."


    "Alright." But Izabe couldn''t sleep. She was covered in cold sweat, her nerves sensitive and


    fragile, her heart a mess. She didn''t dare to sleep now, for fear of returning to that nightmare.


    "Brett, I want to go home."


    "This is your home."


    Listening to Brett''s steady heartbeat, Izabe gradually calmed down.


    When she got up in the morning, Izabe went to take a hot bath first.


    It was eight o''clock in the morning. Brett usually went to work at this time.


    Tiara called her every day at nine o''clock to get up for breakfast, so no one would disturb her when


    she took a bath.


    Izabe didn''t bring a change of clothes with her, so after her bath, she came out wrapped in a short


    towel, exposing her top and bottom.


    But at this hour, no one was around, and she was in her own bedroom, so Izabe just went out like


    that.


    Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and Izabe stiffened and paused. Her hand, holding the


    doorknob, trembled.


    The morning light seeped in, and the man, all dressed up, was carrying a tray with breakfast, just as


    usual, steaming hot.


    Hearing the noise, Brett looked over calmly, first focusing on Izabe''s face, then scanning her from


    top to bottom.


    She looked like a water lily, her smooth skin still wet. Having just taken a bath, Izabe''s face was


    slightly red, her eyes sparkling. She looked more tempting than if she had been wearing nothing at


    all.


    Brett''s thin lips tightened, and his jawline also tensed. He casually looked away: "I was about to call


    you to eat, but you''re already awake."


    Izabe''s face flushed awkwardly. They were husband and wife and had been open with each other


    many times. Brett had even helped her bathe before, but she was easily to get shy.


    She walked in awkwardly, then opened the wardrobe and hurriedly changed into a nightdress.


    Brett ced the breakfast on the small table in front of the sofa and watched Izabe walk over with


    a red face. He teased her, "I didn''t see you so shyst night when you were so proactive."


    "Last night, the lighting was poor, and you couldn''t see whether I was shy or not."


    Izabe sat down, grabbed the bowl, stirred the porridge with a spoon, tasted the temperature, and


    only started drinking when it didn''t burn her mouth.


    As the warm porridge entered her stomach, her intestines and stomach moved gently. Izabe


    suddenly thought about whether she could get pregnant.


    She wanted a child and thought about not getting pregnant at the same time.


    If she really got pregnant, it would mean Brett was deceiving her. The secret behind this made


    Izabe feel as if she was facing a Pandora''s box.


    "Why haven''t you gone to work yet? It''ste."


    "I''m the boss, I can go whenever I want. You''re bored at home; do you want toe with me? Can


    you bring Niki?"


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    "Can I bring her?"


    "Why not? The cat is yours, and you can take it anywhere."


    Izabe smiled secretly. Did he really think she didn''t know how much he disliked Niki? If there was


    cat hair anywhere in the house, he would never touch it.


    Izabe drank the porridge and nced at the man sitting next to her, reading the morning paper.


    Brett liked to wear white shirts. From her angle, she could clearly see his handsome face. The sun


    gradually shone through the window and onto him, making him look like an angel.


    Even when reading the newspaper, Brett would pay some attention to Izabe. Seeing her staring


    at him, he raised his eyes and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"


    Izabe shook her head, then smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "You''re very handsome."


    After a pause, she looked at his white shirt and added, "You look very handsome in a white shirt."


    The man in her dream wearing a white shirt was merging with Brett. Perhaps the man in the dream


    who said he would carry her home was Brett.