Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 126

Brett didn't ask any more questions, as he'd already heard about her past memory from the psychologist.

It was a good thing that Izabella didn't want to bring it up. He was worried that if she kept talking about it, she might remember something.

"Izabella, my memory isn't the best, so I've forgotten a lot of things from the past. But from now on, I will treat you right. You should stop dwelling on the past too. Let the past be the past..."

"What right do you have to talk about the future with me, Brett? There are many things that can't be left behind just by simply saying 'let it go!'"

If one apology could solve everything, then what was the point of having laws? Brett was the least qualified to say such things.

She was grateful for their encounter sixteen years ago, but now she regretted it deeply. She regretted ever meeting him and couldn't understand why loving someone could be that dreadful, or why she even had to experience this.

At most, she was stubborn, and she forced Brett to marry her. She didn't control his freedom, nor did she force him to break up with Kaley.

Their agreement was supposedly equal, and she had given blood to Kaley several times without even being thanked.

She was fine with that. Since there was no love, they should just divorce, but somehow, he didn't want to let her go, and he even slowly destroyed her life in the process.

What did she ever do wrong to him? Why did he keep pushing her?

"How can you say things can be left behind? Dead people can't come back to life!"

Brett suddenly fell silent and opened the car window, letting the cold wind pour in as if that could help him catch his breath.

He drove to a pedestrian street, parked the car, and then took Izabella in.

The pedestrian street was famous in R City, it has lots of stores and street food stands, it also has great scenery. Many tourists came here every day.

Brett let go of Izabella's hand and instead crossed their fingers.

Feeling lost, Izabella wondered what Brett was up to.

The two walked close together like an ordinary couple. The sun at noon was at its highest, and the dappled sunlight filtered down through the leaves, casting a motley of light and shadow on the ground.

The pedestrian street was located in an old town, with stone walls and arches, and willows planted by the side of the road. They held hands and walked in peace.

Whenever they saw something delicious, they joined the queue. In a short time, Izabella had collected various snacks.

Garlic butter baguette, grilled squid, fried potato wedges, and even a glass of juice.

Brett, too, had his hands full of snacks. Watching Izabella drinking juice was just too cute.

They passed by a restaurant, and Brett thought it looked decent so he led Izabella in. There were no private rooms, but each table had a wooden board dividers. They choose a table by the window.

Izabella placed everything she was holding on the table, her eyes calm as she looked at the man sitting opposite her.

Perhaps because of the sun, Brett seemed warmer and gentler than ever, especially his eyes, his tender gaze was something she never dared to imagine in the past.

After looking around, Brett asked, "What would you like?"