"I texted her, and she said she didn't need me tonight."
Izabella couldn't believe that there could be such a straightforward man in the world. She said seriously, "Sometimes when a woman says she doesn't need you, she's actually saying she does, okay?"
"Do you feel the same?" Brett asked, his eyes suddenly becoming deep as he leaned closer to Izabella, waiting for her response.
But Izabella just shook her head, "No, I really don't need you."
Her tone was flat, emotionless like talking about the weather. This annoyed Brett, his brows furrowed.
Izabella put down her phone, "I'm going to cook."
Since moving around was inconvenient for her, Brett ended up carrying her downstairs.
Feeling irritated, Izabella thought about how Brett could still make her cook despite her condition. Wasn't it obvious he was just trying to give her a hard time?
When Trista came into the kitchen to ask if she needed any help, Izabella opened the fridge and took out ingredients that Brett could eat, asking Trista to help wash and cut them.
Trista worked efficiently and quickly, clearly used to these tasks. When she was finished, she discreetly left the kitchen.
Izabella started cooking a few simple home-cooked dishes: mac and cheese, Spinach Salad, and Pumpkin soup. That should be enough for dinner.
She was so focused on cooking that she didn't notice the intense gaze of someone watching her from behind.
While Izabella was cooking, Brett sat on the sofa across from her with his laptop, pretending to work while actually watching her busy figure.
Dressed casually in an apron that accentuated her waist, she looked incredibly sexy. Izabella even decorated the dishes in the pan, making each one look delicious.
Lost in thought, she recalled how she used to cook for Brett with love and care. Now, she had to scheme against him. She really had changed.
Brett served the dishes, and they began eating. Izabella had left a separate dish for Trista.
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