Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 57

The room seemed terrifyingly cold, with just one person missing. Izzy was shivering in her bed. No matter how long she stayed under the covers, she couldn't seem to get warm. She was all curled up, tossing, and turning but couldn't fall asleep. She felt a bit pissed off. She used to be alone all the time, right? How did she get so used to having someone else around in such a short time?

Suddenly, she remembered the hot water bottles she bought with Ethan at the supermarket not so long ago. Izzy got out of bed to heat up two of them, one for her feet and one to hold in her arms. Now she felt much warmer and gradually began to fall asleep.

The next day, when Izzy woke up, it was already nine o'clock. She was startled for a moment but soon realized it was Saturday. Since she spent the whole night curled up, she felt sore all over and didn’t want to get out of bed.

Just then, Ethan's call came in. She quickly answered, and her voice was tinged with an excitement she hadn't noticed herself, "Ethan, are you in London?"

A soft laugh came from the other end. Izzy blushed. She must have been too excited just now.

"Izzy, you weren't waiting for my call all night, were you?"

His voice was teasing. Without thinking, Izzy knew he was making fun of her again. He always annoyed her like this.

A popular term on the Internet came to her mind: flirting. Wasn't that exactly what he was doing?

She pouted, "You called this early to disturb my beauty sleep. If you don't talk, I'll hang up."

Ethan had a good sense of when to go along with his beloved. His voice softened, "Izzy, I'm here."

Izzy sat on the bed, the sunlight streaming in from the window casting a gentle light on her face. She pursed her lips, and her face was serene, "Good."

"I'll call the Meyer Mansion in a bit. If you're bored, you can go to the Meyer Mansion. I've arranged for Dane to pick you up and drop you off for work. You can eat at the Meyer Mansion while I'm not home."

Izzy pouted, somewhat unhappy. She was just a bit more of an eater than most women, why was he so concerned? "I'm not a pig, why are you always worried about what I eat?"

Ethan couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not worried about anything else, just that you might go hungry."

"Actually, I just want to tell you that I miss you a lot."

Izzy's fingers tightened unconsciously on the phone, a warm current seemed to flow into her heart and spread quickly throughout her body, "Okay, don't worry about me not eating well. But you have a bad stomach, you should eat regularly and quit drinking."

"Okay, Mrs. Meyer."

They talked for a long time. Finally, Izzy remembered that it should be one or two in the morning in London and hung up the phone, telling Ethan to rest early.