Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 159

If it wasn't for the fact that she was injured, Brett really wanted to grab her and give her a beating to teach her a lesson, so she wouldn't dare to put her life in danger again.

Brett was thinking about all kinds of things, but in reality, his heart ached for her. There was no way he could bear to hit her now.

As Izabella stirred awake, a wave of relief washed over Brett, easing the tension in his heart. However, her initially serene expression soon gave way to impatience. Brett seemed to have an unexpected gift for loquaciousness, bombarding her with an incessant stream of words. It felt as though two bothersome flies had made a beeline for her ears, buzzing nonstop.

"I'm thirsty," Izabella croaked, abruptly cutting him off. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Recognizing her need, Brett promptly ceased his chatter and swiftly procured some water for her. After ensuring it was at a suitable temperature, he assisted her in sitting up.

Izabella's back was covered in wounds, and he handled her with extreme care, afraid to hurt her with excessive force.

But Izabella did feel the pain anyway. No matter how careful he was, her back would still be affected. She endured the pain and took a sip of water.

She was genuinely thirsty, quickly finishing the glass of water.

"Do you want more?" Brett asked.

"No, I'm good," Izabella replied softly.

As Izabella awakened, Brett drew back the curtains, allowing sunlight to flood the room. She squinted her eyes, finding the brightness overwhelming. Gradually adjusting, she surveyed her

surroundings and noticed a bouquet of roses on the cabinet.

Curiosity piqued, she inquired, “Who brought the flowers?”

Observing the roses as well, Brett arched an eyebrow and asked, "Do you like them?"

Assuming he was the one responsible, Izabella responded disdainfully, "No, I despise roses above all else."

Brett's countenance froze, recalling Liam's remark about women being touched by roses.

Nevertheless, it turned out that not everyone liked roses.

"It's from Liam. I don't know what taste he has. Since you don't like them, I'll throw them away."

"It's from Liam? Let them stay then," Izabella said nonchalantly, nearly causing Brett to have a heart attack.

So if Liam bought the roses, they could stay, but if he bought them, they'd go to the trash? Looking at Izabella's indifferent attitude, he recognized that it wasn't the roses she initially disliked, but him.

Brett scoffed inwardly, thinking that Izabella was just like the roses: beautiful on the surface but thorny underneath. If he wasn't careful, he would be pricked and bleed. However, roses were still fragile, their petals easily crushed.

He didn't want to argue with her and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll order some takeout."

Thinking about what to eat, Izabella's stomach began to hurt, so she said quietly, "Something light, my stomach is not feeling well."

When her stomach was fine, Izabella loved spicy foods like spicy burgers and spicy chicken stews. She was craving them, but she couldn't eat them now.

As usual, Brett ordered a fruit and vegetable smoothie.

Izabella couldn't help but pout. She enjoyed the drink at first, but after a while, it became bland and tasteless.

Her hair was messy, making it uncomfortable to drink the smoothie. She wanted to tie it back, but her right hand was injured and couldn't move.

Brett put down the cup and carefully braided her loose hair into a twist, placing it casually on one shoulder and revealing her smooth forehead.

Izabella glanced down at the braid on her chest and spoke in an indifferent tone, "Your braiding technique is quite impressive. You must have braided Kaley's hair countless times."

Brett remained silent for a moment, his gaze lowered, before asking, "If I told you that I have only ever brushed your hair, would you believe me?"

"I don't believe you," Izabella replied. It seemed improbable to her that a grown man could possess such skillful braiding abilities without any practice.

Brett chose not to offer an explanation, but an uneasy feeling settled in his heart, as if something was lodged within.

Why did her simple "I don't believe you" make him so upset? It made him realize that he had also been skeptical of Izabella several times before. Now it was his turn to taste the feeling of not being trusted.

Izabella took only a few sips of the smoothie and expressed her lack of desire for more.

Having gone without food for over ten hours, the small quantity consumed was all she could manage. Brett glanced at the remaining smoothie and encouraged her, "Try to eat a little more." "I

have no appetite. I can't eat any further," Izabella responded. Brett fell silent, placing the glass down. He picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. His gaze fixed upon her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration and concern, as if she were causing him a considerable headache.