Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 67

In the middle of the night, Izzy woke up with a rumbling tummy. Dinner got a bit cold because she had to deal with Emma's tantrum outside the private dining room, so she didn't eat much.

She glanced out the window; everything was still pitch black. Her stomach started grumbling, and she couldn't help but toss and turn.

Ethan was a light sleeper, and he woke up at her slightest move. He rubbed his chin against her head and pinched her face, "What's up, Izzy?"

"Sorry for waking you," Izzy said, a bit embarrassed to explain why.

As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled loudly and clearly in the quiet room again. Izzy felt embarrassed and her face became flushed. This wasn't the first time that her empty stomach was this noisy.

"Ah, you're hungry," Ethan chuckled. He switched on the light, and got out of bed in one fluid motion. Izzy quickly grabbed his hand, confused, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to check what's in the fridge and cook something for you."

Izzy shook her head, "No need, I can bear with it, it's almost dawn."

Ethan ruffled Izzy's hair, "Silly girl, why bear with it when you're hungry? I'll go first, you come down after ten minutes." He got up, put on a set of comfortable clothes, and left the room.

Izzy stared blankly at his retreating figure, and a small smile tugged at her lips. She checked the time, it was only three in the morning, and dawn was still a while away.

Izzy got out of bed after a while and went downstairs. Ethan had switched on the hallway light, concerned that she might trip. When she arrived in the living room, Ethan had already prepared aAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

bowl of pasta. The aroma quickened her steps.

"You're just in time, I was about to go upstairs and get you." Under the dim light, Ethan, in his comfortable clothes looked soft and gentle while watching her with tender eyes. Izzy found herself lost in his gaze and quickly looked away, trying to cover it up by saying, "I usually can't resist delicious food."

Ethan didn't say anything about her slip-up. He served her a plate of pasta and poured her a glass of water.

Izzy felt warm inside. She twirled the pasta on her fork and started eating. Ethan just sat across from her, watching her. Her hair was loose, and she held it back while eating pasta. She would blow on the pasta before taking a bite, looking utterly satisfied.

Ethan was lost in her actions, it felt like déjà vu. He shook his head, pushing these thoughts away.

Feeling his gaze, Izzy asked, "Are you hungry too?"

"My stomach isn't that great; I can't digest food as quickly. Of course, I'm not as hungry as you."

Izzy rolled her eyes at him, "I'm hungry because of you."

Ethan chuckled and nodded, then said seriously, "I know, that's why I cooked pasta for you as compensation."

Izzy nodded slightly and continued eating.

"Actually, Izzy, I've always wanted to ask you, most women eat little, especially in front of men. Why do you eat so much?" Izzy put down her fork and pondered for a few seconds, "Like you said, women only eat less in front of men, I don't like to torture my stomach. I don't need to do that in front of my husband, it's my habit. I'm not a bird that only needs a grain of rice."

Ethan smiled a little, "You do have a point." She always had a clear mind and was very open to ideas.

Izzy took another bite of pasta and mumbled, "Because I'm not worried you'll dislike me." She owned half of his wealth, if he dared dislike her, she would run away immediately.

Ethan shook his head. It seemed he made the right decision back then, material things can indeed provide a sense of security.

Just then, a voice came from the stairway, "Izzy, Ethan, what are you guys doing?"

Izzy recognized Rita's voice and explained somewhat embarrassedly, "Auntie, I got hungry, so I came down to make some pasta." Rita walked over, took a look at the pasta, and knew that it wasn't Izzy's work. She felt happy but didn't show it, she scolded Izzy, "You should eat properly at meal times. Now you're making Ethan cook for you in the middle of the night."

Izzy shrugged and continued eating her pasta.

Ethan laughed, "It's okay, Auntie, I wouldn't trust her cooking anyway. You woke up because of us?"

"I'm fine, I just heard voices and thought we had a thief, so I came to check." Rita chuckled.

"Don't worry, Auntie, the security here is very good, outsiders can't get in easily. You can go back to sleep." "That's good." Rita nodded and was about to leave when she remembered something and warned Ethan, "You shouldn't spoil her too much. This bad habit of eating late at night is because of her frequent overtime at work. It burdens the stomach and isn't good for her health. You should help her change it."

Izzy used to work overtime a lot. It was common for her to work till the wee hours of the night, which led to this late-night eating habit.

Ethan's eyes flickered, he glanced at Izzy and smiled, "Got it, Auntie, I'll keep an eye on her."

Rita didn't relax until she finished giving her instructions and headed off to her room. Watching her retreating figure, Izzy pouted in dissatisfaction. She turned to Ethan, complaining, "Ethan, I feel like Auntie doesn't love me anymore.Doesn't she know that hunger keeps me awake?" Seeing her huffy expression, Ethan couldn't help but get up, walk over to her, and gently pinch her nose. "Silly goose, your aunt is just looking out for you. It's my fault, eating late at night is indeed bad for the stomach."

"I know, you must think I'm a pain in the neck," Izzy said confidently.

Ethan didn't argue with her. He quickly washed the dishes and put them away in the kitchen. When he came back out, Izzy was propping her chin up with one hand, and her eyes was almost closing. She looked like she was really full. Ethan suddenly picked her up which startledIzzy, and made her eyes wide. When she saw it was Ethan, she wrapped her long arms around him, nestled comfortably against his chest and closed her eyes.