Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 68

"It's not impossible for you to go out and work," Brett relented. "But you'll have to prepare breakfast and dinner for me every day, just like before, according to my tastes."

Izabella knew he would have conditions, so she asked, "What if I don't agree?"

"Then forget about going out," Brett knew that Izabella was stubborn, and it would take more than just a day or two to tame her. "You know, I can totally do it."

In a way, Brett, the kind who ignores the law, really could do it unless...he went bankrupt like her. But the chance of that happening was very slim.

"Why don't you just let Kaley make food for you? It looked like her sweet talk at the dinner table last time was just your cup of tea. Why not have her do it?"

Brett said indifferently, "I'm tired of her cooking and want a change of taste. Behave yourself, or I'll lock you in the room again like last time."

She was going nuts already; if she really got locked up, she would probably go even crazier.

"Wow, you're so picky," Izabella said mockingly.

"Will you do it or not?" Brett raised his voice.

"I will." As long as she could go out, what would two meals a day matter? Besides, if Brett could get tired of Kaley's cooking, maybe he wouldn't last long with hers either.

As long as Izabella was alive, she still had hope.

When they arrived at Quiet Forest Estates, Brett parked the car and carried Izabella into the house.

As soon as she entered, Izabella saw the sandwiches all over the living room floor. No doubt they were the result of Brett's anger.

Her injured knee made it difficult for her to move around, and Brett was not the kind who would clean up on his own. The broken glass and blood in the bedroom probably hadn't been dealt with either.

Izabella limped to the phone to call the cleaning service downstairs. Just as she dialed, Brett, who had changed his clothes, asked, "Who are you calling?"

The look in his eyes was like that of a cat catching a mouse, or that of a cheating wife. Izabella was disgusted and explained, "The house is filthy. I'm calling a maid to clean up."

"I've already hired one. She'll be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Izabella hung up the phone.