In the children's room.

Martha walked to the door of the room and saw Rolando in the room. She politely knocked on the door and called Joanne.

"Madam."

Hearing her voice, Joanne subconsciously looked back and saw Martha. She smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The food is ready," Martha said, "you can go downstairs to eat. I'll take care of Aiden and Romy."

Joanne nodded, kissed Romy's face, and put the little girl on the cot. "I'm going downstairs for lunch. Be good."

"Mm!"

Romy looked straight at Joanne with her black eyes. Her voice sounded a little aggrieved, but she still obediently did not cry.

Rolando really liked this little girl and was reluctant to part with her. "Can't we carry her down to eat with us?"

"Sure." Joanne asked jokingly, "But... will you hold her?"

"Me?" Rolando was a little tempted, but then he remembered that the little girl didn't like him at all. He said in a low voice, "I'd better find a way to deal with her first."

Joanne gave Rolando an encouraging look. "Good luck."

Rolando fiddled with his hair and said confidently, "I'm usually loved by people of all ages. What happened this time was purely an accident. Next time, I will definitely succeed!"

Joanne was speechless.

Looking at Rolando's confident look, she felt that she didn't need to comfort him.

Joanne walked out and saw Brian and Wesley standing on the small balcony at a glance.

Wesley's back had a kind of heartbreaking loneliness.

If Yuna saw it, she would be very sad, wouldn't she?

Joanne adjusted herself and walked over to knock on the door.

Brian could tell from the frequency of knocking that it was Joanne. He looked back and found that it was indeed her.

He opened the door and walked back, looking at Joanne. "What's wrong?"

"Lunch is ready." Joanne looked at Wesley and called him, "Wesley, let's go downstairs together."

Wesley replied with an "okay". There was no obvious emotion in his voice, but there was no resistance.

With him acting that way, Joanne was already satisfied.

Brian habitually held her hand, and their shoulders were close to each other. There was no need for any talking, but the intimacy between them had naturally been revealed.

Wesley looked at the beautiful couple in front of him and was a little absent-minded.

He and Yuna could have been the same as Joanne and Brian.

However, they did not.

Most of the blames were attributed to him.

The more Wesley thought about it, the more absent-minded he became, and he slowed down unconsciously.

Joanne kept talking to Brian. They only had eyes for each other and did not notice Wesley's abnormality at all.

Rolando, the loner, noticed Wesley and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

He walked over and put his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "Wesley, do you know how you look now?"

Wesley didn't bother to look at Rolando. He said coldly, "Can you get out of my way?"

Rolando chose to play dumb and waved his hand. "No, no, that's not the point. The point is that you look like a mess!"

Wesley didn't say anything.

For the first time, he knew that Rolando, a bizarre police graduate, could hit the nail on the head.

He paused, lowered his head slightly, and said with a self-deprecating smile, "I am a mess."

The one he cared about the most was going through hell in the old house of the Kent family.

Rolando had stayed in America for a few years. Not only had he mastered all kinds of flirting skills, but he had also learned to speak frankly.

Wesley was beating around the bush. In fact, he didn't quite understand what Wesley meant.

However, he was very sure that he had never seen Wesley like this.

The man Wesley was in Rolando's impression was cold and arrogant, but there was kindness hidden in him.

He was good at using violence and could kill a person without hesitation.

However, he was not a bloodthirsty person, and he would never hurt innocent people.

God gave him a handsome and deep face. He could obviously make a living with his appearance, but he forcibly covered his facial features with aloofness. He exuded a sense of indifference from a long distance. He was dark and mysterious, like a handsome Asura, making people tremble while attracting people to approach him.

There were so many women trying to get him, but no one had ever won Wesley's heart.

Rolando even wondered if Wesley was cold-blooded.

Now he knew that Wesley was not cold-blooded. He just had not met the person who could make his blood race yet.

Until one day, Yuna openly broke into his life.

Later, they fell in love with each other, and Wesley had all the emotions and desires of a mortal.

Wesley hadn't expected that Yuna would make him in love so much that he could abandon everything for her.

Rolando was very curious about what kind of girl Yuna was.

Thinking of this, Rolando patted Wesley on the shoulder and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Wesley came to his senses, and the coldness he had used to disguise himself had returned to his face. It covered his facial features little by little, and his voice became particularly cold. "I regret it."

"Hah!" Rolando laughed. "I knew it!"

If Wesley hadn't fallen in love with Yuna, he wouldn't have been in so much pain. He would still be the man who didn't care about any woman. He was mysterious and powerful, and countless people were willing to follow him for the rest of their lives.

Rolando was not surprised at all that Wesley regretted it.

Wesley continued without warning, "I regret that I didn't express my love to her earlier."

During this period, Wesley often thought that if he hadn't tested Yuna but had made it clear that Rowdy was the murderer and expressed his feelings for her on the day of Granny Wallace's death, at least Yuna wouldn't have been so desperate and helpless, nor would she have decided to return to Wesley to avenge Granny Wallace on her own.

Wesley had let go of many things by himself, and he had to spend more effort to find them.

However, after this time, he would never let go of Yuna's hand so easily.

Rolando looked at Wesley in shock and was stunned.

He suddenly hoped that a bolt of lightning would strike him hard so that he could tell if this was an illusion or reality.

"Wesley regrets it? And he regrets that he didn't confess his love to a woman earlier?"

Rolando punched Wesley in the chest and said, "Congratulations! Unfortunately, you're now a man of flesh and blood. By the way, Yuna is the catalyst of your reborn."

Wesley stared at Rolando, revealing a dangerous aura. "Rolando, how many times have you been beaten since you were a child?"

Wesley was just curious-Rolando's words were so annoying. How did he manage to survive until now?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Rolando shrugged. "In fact, no one dared to beat me. Brat, I was a wild kid when I was young, okay?"

Wesley said coldly, "You should be glad that we were not in the same city when we were kids."

Rolando didn't say anything.

He thought for a while and realized that he had been threatened by Wesley.

"Wesley is so not sensible.

"We didn't live in the same city when we were kids, and that was his loss!

"If we had known each other since childhood, I would have taught him how to hold on to love so that he would become cold-blooded!"

Wesley ignored Rolando and went straight downstairs.

Brian and Joanne were both in the dining room, and Joanne was serving soup.

Rolando and Wesley quickly sat down. Rolando rubbed his hands against the dishes on the table. "This looks delicious. Brian, do you have a great chef in your house?"

"Mr. Bai," Simon said with a smile, "the food today was made by Mrs. Lambert herself."

Before Rolando could exclaim, Brian had already frowned and looked at Joanne. "Didn't I tell you to rest?"

"I merely stir-fried a few dishes." Joanne motioned for Brian to rest assured. "I'm fine."

Rolando was right across from Brian. Naturally, he did not miss his nervous look. He could not help complaining, "Brian, do you have to be that cautious?"

Brian glanced at Rolando and ordered coldly, "Shut up."

"Well, let's eat." Joanne tried to smooth things over. "Try the food and see if you like it."

Rolando had never stood on ceremony. He picked up a piece of Braised Pork with his cutlery.

The large pieces of meat had been stewed soft while the sauce had seeped into the meat. When he took a bite, the aroma of the meat and the sauce burst out in his mouth.

Rolando felt that he was not having meat but a taste of happiness.

The lady he admired was so perfect that he did not dare to pursue her.

Rolando reminisced for a long time. He then slowly opened his eyes and looked at Joanne. "Do you have any sisters?"

"Yes." Joanne thought of Wendy, nodded, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Rolando made a gesture of "please". "Can you introduce your sister to me? I really want to know her!"

Rolando's logic was very simple. Since Joanne was so wonderful, her sister would not be bad, right?

He did not dare to pursue Joanne, but if he could date someone who was like Joanne, he could deal with it.

"I'm sorry." Joanne smiled. "My sister is married. By the way, Gavin is her husband."

"Gavin?" Rolando poked the food on his plate gloomily. "Isn't he sick? How did he manage to get married? By the way, I need to visit him later. Is it convenient for you to give me the address of the hospital?"

Joanne wrote down the address of the hospital on a note and handed it to Rolando. "Just go according to this address."

Rolando took the note and looked at Joanne's handwriting. Sure enough, it was elegant and graceful.

He made a salute to Joanne. "Thank you." Then, he turned to look at Brian. "Remember to inform your men of my visit."

Rolando knew Brian's style too well.

If he guessed correctly, the hospital where Gavin stayed must have been equipped with strong security forces. It was impossible for him to enter easily unless Brian had informed his men first.

After lunch, Rolandosheng praised Joanne's cooking. Then, he didn't stay any longer and left directly.

Wesley also had something to do, so he followed Rolando and left.

Joanne deliberately paid attention to Wesley. After his car left, she looked at Brian and said, "Wesley seems to be in a much better mood."

Brian knew the reason. On the balcony just now, he told Wesley that no matter what happened on the day of the banquet, he would definitely see Yuna.

For Wesley, even if he just glanced at Yuna, it would be a comfort.

However, this wasn't good news for Brian as he felt sad for Wesley.

He thought that Wesley could have had more.