Rolando had been unilaterally fantasizing that Joanne was the kind and gentle type, and uniquely gifted in comforting people.

Otherwise, what does a career-oriented man like Brian like about her, it can't be just because she's pretty, right?

Until today, until this moment, Rolando realized that he was wrong, and very wrong!

He told Joanne about his tragic encounter because he wanted to get comfort from her ah!

If he could be comforted by his goddess, he could instantly could forget all the pain ah.

However, Joanne laughed, she laughed without saying a word.

Rolando felt that after being called "Sugar" by Wendy, he had suffered another major blow in his life.

Joanne quickly noticed Rolando's expression was not quite right, probably guessed what the reason was, low "cough" sound, explained,"Wendy she ... grew up in Australia, Mandarin is not very good. You have to believe, she did not mean to misunderstand you."

"..." Rolando nodded with a heart of death, "This Wendy has already explained to me ..."

"That's good." Joanne continued to observe for a while, realizing that Rolando's complexion still wasn't quite right, and personally gave him a bowl of soup, "It's just been boiled, taste it."

Rolando took the soup and tasted it, the light flavor spread throughout his mouth and he felt that his wounded heart was healed quite a bit.

He swore it was the best soup he'd ever had!

"Goodness!" Rolando looked at Joanne incredulously, "None of our family's professional chefs are this good, Joanne, how did you do it?"

Rolando was genuinely curious.

Before Joanne could say anything, Brian drifted in faintly, "Don't compare my wife to your family's cook, there's no comparison."

The implication was that ordinary chefs were not qualified to be compared to Joanne.

Rolando froze for a while before reacting to Brian's meaning, and looked at Brian deeply speechless.

He knew that Brian had become a wife protector since he got married, but it wasn't necessary to be a fanatic to such an extent, was it?

It's almost dehumanizing!

"Don't mind him." Joanne smiled at Rolando, "Let's eat."

After finishing their meal, Rolando and Wesley didn't stay any longer and got up to say they were leaving.

Coincidentally, at this time, Martha ran down from upstairs, saying that Romy woke up and suddenly cried for some reason, and asked Joanne to go up and take a look.

Joanne was worried about her daughter, but didn't lose the courtesy she should have.

She looked at Brian and said calmly and composedly, "You see off Wesley and Rolando, I'll go up and check on Romy." After saying this, she waved her hand towards Wesley and Rolando, "See you next time." After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.

Joanne's figure quickly disappeared into the stairway on the second floor, but Rolando was still looking at that direction in a daze.

Brian frowned and spoke out grimly, "Rolando, have you seen enough?"

Rolando retracted her gaze with intent and looked at Brian,"You know what, Joanne is not quite the same as I imagined."

He didn't say, no matter what, he thought Joanne was very pretty, very charming, the

Brian looked at Rolando unmoved, "What do you want to say?"

Rolando thought Brian didn't understand what she meant, and explained in a serious manner, "In short, what I mean is that I didn't expect Joanne to be such a person!"

Brian laughed coldly, his tone could almost freeze people, "Rolando, my wife, why should she conform to your imagination?"

"..."

Rolando was inexplicably disliked and felt like vomiting blood.

Shit, he didn't mean that, okay!

Brian knew what Rolando meant.

Rolando probably thought Joanne was kind and understanding, always gentle and soft, and didn't know what it was to lose her temper.

In a sense, Rolando's understanding of Joanne wasn't wrong, it just wasn't deep enough.

Brian once also thought Joanne was a rabbit, only to find out later that this rabbit is not only eloquent, when she concentrates her fire, her attack power is not generally weak.

It's like when they first got their marriage license and Joanne was tied up by his rival in the mall.

He was so anxious that when he rushed with a team of people to save Joanne, he found Joanne had tied up the other two brothers in turn, and he himself was sitting idly and calmly on the sofa lecturing people.

From that time on, Brian knew that Joanne was a white rabbit most of the time, but this white rabbit could not be messed with by ordinary people, including him.

When Rolando saw the smile on Brian's face, he didn't know that Brian was thinking of Joanne and simply thought that Brian must be making fun of him.

He just doesn't have a wife. Why should he be made fun of?

Young Master Bell was furious, but he didn't dare to vent, he could only pretend to be arrogant and indifferent, "hmph" and turned to leave.

Wesley looked at Rolando and turned his head to Brian, "Let's go."

Brian nodded and watched Wesley and Rolando walk out of the door, turned to go upstairs, and only halfway there, he saw Joanne coming down from upstairs.

He stopped and looked at Joanne who was getting closer and closer, "Where is Romy?"

"Fell asleep again." Joanne has a smile on her face, her footsteps are extraordinarily light, and she walks straight towards Brian, "Just now, I should have been scared while sleeping, and I woke up and cried for a while, it's fine."

Brian caught the bouncing Joanne and looked at the time, "It's already late, what are you doing down here?"

"I ate a bit too much just now, and I want to take a walk in the garden." Joanne holds Brian's hand, "Do you have time to accompany me?"

The corners of Brian's elegantly curved lips rose slightly, his handsome face overflowing with gentleness, "Of course there is."

"Well!" Joanne's vigor value was instantly full, pulling Brian downstairs, "Then let's go!"

According to the lunar calendar, today happens to be the day of the full moon, which is often mentioned in major TV shows.

A full moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by sparse stars that did not make for a starry picture.

But there was no need for stars; the moon's light had overshadowed everything.

The hazy, gentle silver light that poured down overhead and lay on the garden's cobblestone paths was polished and mysterious.

Brian held Joanne for a while and she was slow to speak.

He inclined his head to look at Joanne and took the initiative to ask up, "Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Uh-huh." Joanne nodded, and only after a few moments did she slowly ask, "It seems like Wesley's mood isn't bad?"

Wesley was indeed in a bad mood.

However, Brian also wanted to tell Joanne in a more acceptable way.

It turned out to be quite incomprehensible, the sort of thing that would not have been easy to accept.

Brian could only tell Joanne directly, "Wesley will not be in a good mood until Yuna's matter is resolved."

Joanne didn't want to see such a Mu Shijiu, clutched Brian's hand, "Can we help him?"

"Joanne," Brian said, "every one of us is helping Sir."

"But ..."

Joanne wanted to say something else, and only got less than halfway through before Brian interrupted her midway-

Brian cut off Joanne's words and said, "Wesley has already controlled her emotions very well. If it were me, my emotions would probably be even worse."

Joanne looked at Brian, unconsciously exchanging her own situation with Yuna's, and images of Brian's pain and suffering swept through her mind.

How much Brian hurt, how much she hurt.

Joanne couldn't bear to think about it anymore, flung herself into Brian's arms and shook her head, "Situ and Yuna's situation is very special, but ours is very simple, that kind of thing won't happen to us."

Brian sensed Joanne's fear and smiled as he stroked her back, "Fool, I'm just giving an example."

Joanne closed her eyes and subconsciously refused, "Don't give such an example."

"Good, I won't." Brian hugs Joanne and asks in a low voice in her ear, "Do you still want to walk again?"

Joanne was no longer in the mood to fool around and shook her head, "Let's go back."

Brian looked around, the corner of his lips hooked up in a deep smile, "There's no rush."

"..."

Joanne thought she had heard wrong.

At times like this, if it were usual, Brian would usually obey her.

She raised her head in confusion and looked at Brian, "What?"

Brian's long and powerful arms held Joanne tighter, his voice was low and sexy as hell, and his ambiguous breath drilled into Joanne's ear canal:

"Joanne, don't you think this is a good place to do something?"

Before Joanne could react, her person had already been pressed into the tree by Brian.

The night is already deep, the garden lights out a large part, only a few left to emit a hazy light, the whole garden dim but very moody.

This time of year, this environment, is really good for doing something.

But it's a garden.

Joanne was about to protest when Brian's kiss had already covered down, drowning out her voice.

The only thing she was thankful for was that Brian's kisses weren't as overbearing as they used to be, and she was able to find the opportunity to make a sound and remind him, "This is a garden!"

"Not afraid," Brian didn't mean to stop at all, and said lightly, "There are only the two of us now."

"Who said that?" Joanne became more and more anxious, "There's still surveillance!"

"..." Brian let go of Joanne, resting his hands against the trunk of the tree trapping her and looking at her in a good way.

Joanne ignored Brian's aggressive aura for a moment, her sense of accomplishment rubbing off on her, and smiled, "Scared, right?"

Brian sighed lowly, his voice full of helplessness, "Joanne, you're still too naive."

"... "Joanne froze, not knowing why, suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Through the weak light, Brian saw fear from the bottom of Joanne's eyes.

That's good.

He hooked the corners of his lips and said in a cloudy voice, "Jane-Ann, this is a surveillance dead zone."

"..."

Joanne was struck by lightning, and in an instant her heart was like ashes.

She understands what Brian means ah-

She's got nowhere to run today!