Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 217

"I can do it myself."

Even though she said she was Brett's wife and there was no problem being naked between husband and wife, she felt uncomfortable every time he touched her.

Such meaningless resistance happened every day in the hospital, and the final result was that Brett held her and put her in the hot water.

The hot water contained some medicine to ease the nerves, so when Brett said it was for bathing, it was just for bathing, nothing else.

Izabella still had many scars that couldn't be removed. Even with laser surgery, there would still be faint marks. The wounds on her back could be described as hideous.

It looked like they were corroded by something, leaving horrifying red scars, uneven and bumpy. Brett couldn't help but think of Izabella's bloody state each time he saw those scars.

No matter how many times he saw them, he still felt pain. He hadn't found the person who actually hurt Izabella. He originally planned to go after Heckter Dees, but when he found him, the man was already dead and the murderer left no trace.

Izabella could feel Brett's hands trembling. She couldn't see her back but she could see the scars on her collarbone and chest, reminding her how dangerous the car accident was. It was said that a small piece of glass had pierced her collarbone, and if it had moved a little bit upward, it would have pierced her artery.

She was very lucky that her face wasn't injured in the crash.

Brett was very careful while bathing Izabella, making sure the water temperature remained constant. He even sat down in the tub with her.

"Bella, stretch out your feet."

Izabella's whole body felt soft from soaking in the water, and she obediently stretched out her feet like a cat.

Brett held her ankle and massaged it. Even though she was ticklish and tried to pull back several times, he held onto her tightly.

Even the hypnotist didn't have a 100% certainty.

Seeing the somewhat gloomy expression on his face, Izabella gently pressed her foot to his chest and said, "That depends on your performance."

The huge stone that was pressing on his heart suddenly disappeared, and Brett grinned. Looking at Izabella’s feet resting against his chest, although it was a simple gesture, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart. He grabbed her foot and asked, "Which performance do you want to see?"

Just as Izabella was about to speak, her sole was tickled, and she burst into laughter. She reflexively kicked Brett due to her ticklishness, splashing water on his face.

She felt a little guilty but wouldn't admit her fault. She slightly tilted her chin up, looking a bit spoiled and proud.

"I'm ticklish! Who asked you to tickle my foot?"