Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 247

Izabella was a little breathless from the kiss, patting his shoulder constantly, her face flushed, gasping with her mouth open and glistening teardrops on her eyelashes.

"Izabella, say you love me and will never leave me." Brett held her face, his gaze passionate and urgent, his deep voice full of seduction.

"What's wrong with you?" Izabella was puzzled by his actions.

Brett realized that he couldn't live without Izabella, fearing she'd leave, scared she'd become the cold-eyed woman from months ago.

Brett carried her in his arms to the sofa, he knelt down, resting his head on her thighs, like a wounded dog.

"Bella, I'm afraid you'll leave me. Can you promise me you'll never leave me for the rest of our lives, even if you really remember the past?"

What exactly happened in the past that made Brett so concerned and frightened?

But since they hadn't divorced, that should mean their relationship hadn't reached an irreparable stage.

Izabella ruffled his soft hair, "I promise you, as long as you're good to me in the future, I won't leave you."

"I'll be good to you. I'll definitely be good to you."

Brett was behaving strangely, and Izabella wanted to ask more questions, but Brett kissed her lips again.

Her words were only a psychological comfort for Brett; he didn't want Izabella to remember anything.

That past was so painful even he, the attacker, couldn't accept it, let alone Izabella.

He called the hypnotist from R City that day, asking him to be a personal hypnotist.

Izabella typically only took one pill at night, but it had increased to two.

The hypnotist arrived the next day and introduced himself as her psychologist, making sure Izabella never knew the word "hypnosis."

Several rooms in the villa were available, and Brett instructed the housekeeper to prepare one right away so the hypnotist could move in.

Izabella remained oblivious until she saw Tiara tidying up a guest room on the first floor, "Tiara, is someone coming?"

"Yes, the family doctor. Didn't President Windham tell you?"

Izabella was stunned, and at this moment, Brett came over to hug her, "What's going on?"

"Tiara said you hired a family doctor. How come you didn't tell me?"

Brett replied, "I only informed them this morning, so I forgot to tell you."

"Why did you suddenly hire a family doctor?" Izabella turned to ask him. Since yesterday, Brett had been acting weird. This morning, he didn't even eat breakfast and told Tiara to prepare a room, saying that a family doctor would be coming.

Brett explained, "First of all, we've always had a family doctor, not just hired one now. I noticed that you're running out of the medicine you're taking, and I didn't want you to go to the hospital for a checkup. So, I thought it'd be better to have the doctor come to the villa instead, in the hopes of improving your health and possibly reducing your medication."

Brett's response was reasonable, and even if Izabella didn’t notice anything off, she couldn't refute it. Moreover, she had been wanting to reduce her medication, with the ultimate goal of not having to take any at all.

The hypnotist, named Stevenson Bagot, was a schoolmate of Brett's. They studied different majors and met each other by chance.

Having someone familiar to conduct hypnosis on Izabella would be much more convenient. Plus, Brett trusted Stevenson's character; he knew that he wouldn't talk too much or meddle in other people's business.

At 11:40 am, Stevenson arrived by taxi. Knowing that he would be staying here for a while, he brought his luggage. Brett had already instructed the housekeeper to prepare the toiletries and other things for him.

Stevenson arrived just in time for lunch. Business matters were not discussed during the meal. After lunch, he followed Brett into the living room.

"What would you like to drink?" Brett asked.

Stevenson had been tense during the journey and found it hard to enjoy his lunch. Considering the change of seasons, his throat was a bit hoarse. Clearing his throat and coughing twice, he asked, "Do you have any tea?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll have a cup of tea."

Brett ordered the housekeeper to make tea.

As they sat face to face, Brett had a steaming cup of aromatic coffee in front of him, while Stevenson's glass was filled with tea.

They began discussing the matter at hand. "You sent me a hurried message last night asking me to come over. What happened? How did your wife suddenly have temporary memory loss? Did you do something to provoke her?"

Stevenson asked three questions in a row. Brett was too embarrassed to mention that he had knelt on the floor to pick up the remote, so he briefly described the events of yesterday afternoon to Stevenson.

“It was an unintentional flashback for her, and she herself couldn't tell if the images left in her head were real or not.”

“That’s normal.”

As Brett talked about these things, he felt incredibly weighed down, as if he was under tremendous pressure - his heart was even aching.

“So, will this sort of thing happen again in the future, and then she'll remember everything?”

“I can't rule out that possibility.” Stevenson said, “I warned you before when we were in the hospital that hypnosis isn't a long-term solution. The temporary memory loss will gradually be recalled; it's just a matter of time.”

Sensing Brett's anxiety, Stevenson reassured him, “But don't worry too much. Now that I'm here, things should be better.”