Izabella had been a bit on edge for the past couple of weeks after waking up. Although she had her happy moments, most of the time she felt vulnerable due to her amnesia.
She had never laughed so happily as she did now. Looking at her bright smile, Brett felt like he was back in the night when he first saw her.
A fleeting attraction became irresistible.
Izabella saw the water marks on his face, and reached over to wipe them off for him, playfully scolding, "I'm really ticklish, you know? Don't go touching me like that, or I'll make you sleep on the couch."
Brett was in a great mood, like a beam of sunlight had just pierced through his long-deadened world. He took Izabella's hand and gazed at her affectionately, "Bella, would you marry me again? Let's take wedding pictures and have a ceremony. I'll make up for the years you've forgotten."
Izabella pursed her lips and asked puzzledly, "Didn't we already get married? Why are we doing it again? Besides, weddings are so tiring, and I don't like..."
"Because you lost your memory, I fear you might forget the past and stop loving me. Although I am a man, your husband, I can be insecure too, and afraid that you won't want me. So please, give me another chance to pursue you, let's start anew." His voice was magnetic, now even deeper and sexier.
Upon seeing Brett's affectionate gaze, Izabella's cheeks blushed and her mind went blank as she muttered, "Well, it's not impossible, but that depends on your performance. Though I may have amnesia, my bottom line remains. I think I was strong-willed before, unable to tolerate a single grain of sand in my heart. If you do something unforgivable..."
Izabella paused, her voice taking a serious threatening tone, "I will find a way to make you regret it for the rest of your life..."
Brett's heart clenched, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He looked into Izabella's serious eyes and raised his hand in oath, "I promise to behave well. From now on, you're the boss. I will do whatever you ask me. I'll pursue you with affection, pamper you like a treasure, and cherish you with my life."
With those words, the atmosphere lightened, and Izabella smiled warmly at Brett, saying deliberately, "I hereby officially announce that Mr. Brett's probationary period has begun."
"I swear not to let you down, boss!" Brett held Izabella's leg, leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on her lips.
"Behave yourself, do not kiss the boss!"Pretending to be angry, Izabella pinched his ears like an adorable, powerless kitten. Brett yielded to her touch, gazing at her tenderly and obediently accepted her terms, "Alright, I won't kiss you."
"Now carry me back, I'll get dizzy if I stay in any longer." She lifted her hand, allowing Brett to put a bathrobe on her and carry her back to the bedroom.
Brett's approach gave Izabella a sense of security. She was initially confused about their marriage, but Brett's offer to pursue her again showed her respect and the feeling of being cherished.
With Brett's gentleness and consideration, Izabella opened her heart to him completely.
"Blow-dry my hair."
"Sure." Brett naturally picked up the hairdryer and supported her head on his lap.
"I want to watch TV." Said Izabella.
"Wait a second." Brett put down the hairdryer and fetched the remote control from the drawer of the bedside table.
After watching for a while, Izabella said, "I'm thirsty, I want some water."
"Alright, I'll get you some water." Said Brett.
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