Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 242

Brett's hand suddenly stopped applying the medicine, feeling extremely ashamed, "Yes, I'm not as good to you as you've imagined, even not good at all. But you did really like me back then, and now I love you as well, and want to take care of you for the rest of my life."

Izabella had no memory of her past, staying in the lie that Liam and Brett created, thinking that she and Brett were truly in love. She couldn't wait to remember the past, just so she could love Brett better now and live her life happily by his side.

But now Brett was telling her that their past wasn't good at all.

Izabella didn't see the point in recovering her memory anymore.

"Do you want to know about the past?" Brett asked cautiously.

Izabella hesitated for a moment but eventually shook her head, "Let bygones be bygones."

Brett breathed a sigh of relief in secret. If Izabella insisted on digging into the past, he really didn't know what to say.

"But Brett, just because I lost my memory, it doesn't mean I'm clueless. I can't stand any violence so if you treat me like this again, it will be the end between us. I'd rather die than live a humiliating life by your side."

Brett's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Izabella cut him off.

"Don't promise me anything, just knowing where we stand is enough."

"Alright."

Izabella went to the bathroom to wash her hands, staring at her reflection while doing so, her eyes full of unease that she couldn't hide. She was saying those words not only for Brett but also for herself.

She could forget the past and not dwell on it, but she couldn't easily forgive Brett for everything just because he said "I'm sorry". After all, she's not a fool who can forgive it all.

After Izabella finished washing her hands and came out, Brett had already tidied up the first-aid kit and put on his pajamas. He stood quietly by the bed like a wooden figure.

Izabella felt a bit cold and got into bed, covering herself with the blanket, "There is one more thing."

"What is it?"

Izabella looked into Brett's dim eyes, "Do you not like children?"

Brett replied, "I like them." How could he not like them? He had been dreaming of having a child with Izabella.

But Izabella couldn't get pregnant for the rest of her life due to her cancer.

"So why did you want me to take birth control pills this afternoon?"

Brett looked down, "Those weren't birth control pills."

"What were they then?"

Brett couldn't tell the truth. Even though Izabella said they were starting over without dwelling on the past, could she really not be bothered by it if she remembered what happened before?

He knew how much she hated him, and if she truly remembered the past, she would probably stay far away from him.

So Brett didn't dare gamble and continued making up lies, "Those were the pills you take every night. Didn't you notice?"

Izabella finally realized that they were both small white pills, feeling a bit embarrassed.