Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 225

Izabella felt like she was so easy to be fooled. Just the day before yesterday, she agreed to give Brett a chance to pursue her, but tonight she ended up in bed with him, letting her guard down and unable to resist.

Although she had amnesia and was a bit slow, the buried feelings in her heart weren't something that could be forgotten with a simple case of amnesia.

Brett was like a seed that had been thrown into her heart, grown deep roots, and become a big tree.

Izabella clung to his strong shoulders, constantly murmuring his name, "Brett".

Hearing his name called out sweetly from her voice made it impossible not to be moved.

Brett was gentle, treating her like a fragile crystal. Every move was filled with caution, even his breath was trembling.

Perhaps it was because he was startled by the sudden appearance of Kaley today that he wanted to possess Izabella so eagerly tonight like it was the only way he could feel that she was by his side and wouldn't leave him.

Brett loved kissing Izabella's brow, then down along her nose to her soft lips, as he huskily called out, "Izabella, Bella."

Izabella let out a soft breath and raised her hand to stroke Brett's cheek.

He was already gentle, but Izabella still felt pain - not physical pain, but an hollow pain that came from her heart.

She wanted to hold Brett tight to fill the emptiness in her heart, but she didn't have the strength to do so. Watching her bony fingers, Brett's heart clenched.

He grabbed her hands and kissed them lightly, "I'll never let you hurt again."

Brett was such a fraud, and it had been proven that one couldn’t take a man’s words in bed seriously.

Brett teased her till late at night, leaving Izabella feeling like her bones would fall apart. She closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately.

When she woke up, it was already 7 a.m. Brett was already up, dressed in a fancy suit, looking radiant and extraordinary.

With her mind still groggy, Izabella sat on the bed, staring blankly. Seeing her, Brett couldn't help but feel more affectionate towards her.

He said, "You can sleep a bit more if you want, it's still early."

Izabella shook her head, sat up, and yawned. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as she asked, "Are you going to work now?"

As she finally calmed down, Izabella sank into deep thought, becoming aware of the uneasiness inside her heart. Did Brett truly love her? How long would his love last? Who else was in his heart besides her, like Kaley for example?

The idea seemed absurd, but considering Kaley's vague threats the day before, she felt like things were more complicated than they seemed.

Izabella desperately wanted to remember; to know the nature of her past relationship with Brett. That way, only then could she live happily in Brett's love without constantly feeling a sense of unease.

Persistently taking her medication, however, she found her memories becoming increasingly hazy. At least fragments of familiarity remained before, but now she couldn't recall anything at all.

Of course, Izabella wasn't aware that the medication she'd been taking was actually harmful to her nerves. The more she took, the worse her mental state is; recovery was impossible.

Brett had tasted the sweet benefits of Izabella's memory loss and didn't wish for her to remember. While superficially showing concern for her memory, in reality he had to watch she take her medication every night before feeling at ease.

He admitted he was selfish, but he couldn't help it.

He wanted Izabella to call him "Brett" for the rest of her life, to love him like this, with her eyes and heart seeing only him.