Chapter 255


    No doubt, Brett had a handsome face, with deep eyes that upturned at the corners. When he gazed


    at you, it was easy to fall for the illusion that he was madly in love with you.


    Despite having a flirtatious face, his lips were thin, and she once saw this type of lip shape online,


    saying that people with such lips were naturally fickle and unloyal, even able to turn their hearts


    away from their loved ones.


    When she told him that he looked best in a white shirt, Brett''s hand holding the newspaper shrank a


    bit, "I look even better in a white shirt?"


    Izabe nodded in affirmation.


    He smiled slightly, "Then I''ll only wear white shirts from now on."


    Brett had many custom-tailored shirts, with more of them being darker colors, which he preferred


    more. But when Izabe mentioned how good he looked in white, he couldn''t help but think back to


    when he first met Ryker, who always wore white clothes.


    After breakfast, Izabe found the pet backpack, and as soon as she unzipped it, Niki curiously


    crawled in. Izabe seized the opportunity to close the zipper immediately.


    At first, Niki was not used to the pet backpack, and meowed uncontrobly. It wasn''t until Izabe


    opened the side zipper and gave it some cat treats that it gradually calmed down.


    "I''ll carry it," Brett offered, as the once small kitten had grown quite a bit in over forty days.


    "You sure?" Izabe looked at him skeptically.


    Brett simply reached out and took the pet backpack from her while she giggled at the sight of him


    carrying the cat, which seemed quite mismatching. She happily followed his pace.


    Brett walked ahead and, without even looking back, effortlessly took Izabe''s hand as they went


    downstairs.


    The two went to the Windham Group together, and Izabe noticed that the female employees''


    outfits had changed significantly. They all wore long clothes, and the asional pencil skirt was


    knee-length.


    At the reception desk, Izabe saw J, who also looked more conservative and wore less


    makeup. J nced at her and then quickly lowered her head, as if unwilling to make eye


    contact.


    Izabe only gave her a brief look before following Brett into the private elevator. His office was


    huge, with a separate resting area for sleeping and even a partitioned space for bathing and


    grooming, probably prepared for his overtime work.


    While Brett was working outside, Izabe stayed indoors watching TV and petting the cat. She was


    also brought fruit, nuts, and juice from the secretary.


    She tried her best to keep a low profile, refraining from disturbing his work unless he called her.


    However, she could still hear his conversations even with the partitions, including discussions of


    company secrets.


    Izabe felt a dry throat, her stomach issues and throat inmmation seemed to be getting worse,


    her throat felt like it was on fire. Not wanting to bother others, she got up and went out with a cup.


    Liam was discussing the minerals under Starry Brilliance Ind with Brett, an essential factor in


    conquering the local market in J City. They were considering which area to allocate the minerals,


    but once they had them, it wouldn''t be hard to find partners.


    "President Windham, I think we should go for area C..." Liam was still talking when he heard a


    commotion behind him. Izabe came out with a cup, and he eyed her warily. The atmosphere


    became tense, almost awkward.


    "Come here," Brett called her over.


    Izabe obediently walked over, "Sorry, I didn''t mean to interrupt your talk. I''m a little thirsty and


    wanted to drink some water. I''ll leave in a bit."


    "No need, you can stay here." There happened to be a cup of water on Brett''s desk, just the right


    temperature. When he heard she was thirsty, he immediately handed her the water.


    Izabe took several sips, but the dryness in her throat lingered.


    "Niki is still inside, I''ll go back first."


    Brett didn''t stop her.


    Liam watched as Izabe went back inside, unsure of how to continue. In a low voice, he said,


    "President Windham, why did you bring your wife in again?"


    "What do you mean ''again''?" If he could, he would bind Izabe to himself, so they could always be


    together.


    Liam pursed his lips for a long moment, "President Windham, we''re talking about confidential


    matters here. Maybe we should go somewhere else."


    “You talk too much today; just spit it out.”


    His attitude seemed to show no concern aboutpany secrets getting leaked. In reality, even if


    these secrets were revealed in front of Izabe in her current state, she wouldn''t understand any of


    it. But just in case, what if her memory came back?


    Liam was well aware of how much Izabe had hated Brett before. If her memory suddenly


    returned, she could use these secrets to take revenge on Brett.


    It was better to be safe than sorry. Izabe was like a ticking time bomb.


    Yet Brett didn''t seem to care at all, allowing Liam to reveal everything in front of Izabe.


    It was May 21st, and Izabe was unaware of the significance of this day. In the early hours, she


    woke up feeling a chill around her wrist. She opened her eyes to find an exquisite bracelet on her


    wrist.


    The bracelet had a simple design with diamonds embedded in it. The most eye-catching part was a


    small lock.


    She lifted her wrist, and the diamonds on the bracelet sparkled under the light.


    "What is this?"


    "Your birthday present." This unique bracelet was designed and crafted in about a month.


    The bracelet''s length was just right, simple and elegant, perfectly suiting Izabe''s taste.


    Brett held her slender white wrist, "Do you like it?"


    Izabe didn''t react for a while, "Today is my birthday?"


    "Yes, May 21st is your birthday."


    Izabe was still a bit puzzled, somehow feeling familiar with the date but also a bit resistant.


    However, she was pretty stoked that Brett remembered her birthday and had already prepared a


    birthday gift for her.


    Despite herck of nails, the bracelet looked amazing on Izabe''s wrist, making her hand look


    even more slender, fair, and elegant.


    "I like it," she said softly, looking at her ugly fingertips.


    Brett caught her gaze, reached out, and held her hand, fingers intertwined. "It looks great."


    Izabe wasn''t as bothered by her fingertips as before. She recently bought a ton of nail stickers


    online that looked just like the real thing and were pretty cute.


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    "Go on a date with me tomorrow?"


    Izabe agreed without a second thought.


    Brett nned their day. They went to an amusement park and bought loads of tasty treats. Brett


    even bought her a strawberry cake.


    Izabe worried it''d be too sticky, so she kept the cake in its box.


    She wore a red ankle-length dress, her hair tied back. Izabe also put on some light makeup for


    the date, looking so radiant and stunning it was hard for people to look away from her.


    People often took pictures when they walked on the street, but Brett forcibly stopped them and


    demanded the photos be deleted.


    After putting on makeup, Izabe''splexion had improved, and under the sun, you could see the


    fine fuzz on her face, although her neck veins were more visible.


    The couple steered clear of thrilling rides at the amusement park. One reason was Izabe''s dress,


    and the other was her not-so-great mental state.


    They stuck to simple attractions but still spent quite a bit of time before heading to a specific


    restaurant for dinner.


    They were like a normal couple. After lunch, they went to see a movie. While watching, Izabe


    couldn''t help but unwrap the cake box.


    Not paying much attention to the movie, Izabe got distracted by the cake in her hand. Suddenly


    she felt itchiness all over and wanted to scratch, but her hand was sticky.


    "I need to go to the bathroom," she whispered in Brett''s ear.


    "I''ll go with you."


    The movie theater was dim, and they had to climb stairs as they were sitting in the back row.


    Worried Izabe might fall, Brett held her hand tightly.


    Brett waited outside the restroom, holding Izabe''s unfinished cake.


    Once inside, Izabe washed her hands with soap and started to scratch. The itching began on her


    back then spread to her hands and neck.


    She looked at the rash on her hands and felt a sudden tightness in her chest. She leaned against


    the wall, with her hand on the sink, but she still couldn''t support herself.


    In just a short time, she started to feel feverish and nauseous.


    The symptoms pointed to an allergic reaction. All the food she''d eaten that day was stuff she usually


    ate, except for the cake.


    Was she allergic to strawberries?


    A vague image shed in her mind, she tried to focus on details but couldn''t. A sharp pain followed


    in her head.


    The pain wasn’t something too extreme, but the lingering difort felt like her brain was slowly


    filled with something.


    Hand on her head, the other on the sink, Izabe turned on the faucet, the sound of the water


    flowing.


    She involuntarily retched, blood spewing from her throat. Her mouth was filled with various tastes,


    but it eventually ended with a fishy sweetness.


    Someone walked in to touch up their makeup and saw Izabe leaning against the wall, as pale as


    a ghost, and asked, "Are you alright?"


    As soon as the words left her mouth, Izabe copsed onto the floor.


    The woman, horrified at the sight of blooding from Izabe''s mouth, screamed in panic.


    Brett was waiting outside for Izabe, five minutes had passed, but she hadn''te out yet.


    Women usually take longer in the bathroom, but not so long without a single stir.