Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 545

Brett had resigned to his fate; in Izabella's eyes, no matter what he did, he was inherently despicable.

Since she had pegged him as the villain, no amount of effort on his part would change her mind.

Besides, it was only under these circumstances that Izabella would stay by his side, even if just for a while.

He didn't care if his methods were good or bad; as long as they worked, that was enough.

He was domineering, possessive, and a daydreamer, lost in his own fantasies.

Brett tidied up the rug and, carrying the bowl, left the bedroom. He went downstairs and placed the empty bowl in the sink. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but let out a wry smile, Izabella's hateful glare burned into his mind.

He returned to his study, filled with books and documents Izabella had left behind. The bookshelf was dusty, except for one clean spot where a photo album lay.

Brett skillfully picked up the album and began flipping through it, so familiar with its contents he even knew the order of the photos by heart. The album, brought back from J City, contained pictures of Izabella at various ages, including their wedding photos.

After looking through it from beginning to end, Brett opened a drawer under his desk and pulled out his phone, which had been off and uncharged for a week. Plugging it in, the screen lit up with missed calls and messages. He set it to Do Not Disturb, cleared the missed calls, and skimmed through the texts.

One message caught his eye, from someone named Bunny.

“We need to talk.”

Brett stared at those four simple words, his emotions unreadable. After a while, he made a call to set up a meeting.

The next morning, while Izabella was still in bed, footsteps approached the door, pausing for a few seconds before the sound of the door opening.

Startled awake, Izabella turned her head, her eyes alert and devoid of sleepiness.

"I've got to step out for a bit today. You stay home and take care," he said.

Izabella asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

"You came here willingly, why should I worry about you running away?" Besides, if Izabella really wanted to leave, he couldn't stop her.

At this critical moment, Izabella wouldn't leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Just out to pick up some things, and I'll be back soon." Brett kept his gaze fixed on Izabella, waiting for her response.