Brian didn't say anything, his gaze looking deeply at Joanne.

Joanne's heart trembled.

She was too familiar with Brian's gaze like this and could almost guess what was going to happen next ...

Restraining her urge to back away, she tried to organize her words to explain, "I wish you an early night, just simply that you could go and rest, not ..."

The next words stuck in her throat, Joanne couldn't say them anyway.

Brian just wanted to make things difficult for Joanne for a bit and deliberately asked, "Not what? Hmm?"

"Cough!" Joanne hard to squeeze out the last few words, "not want you to do something to me means ..." her face "swish" red, closed her eyes and asked, "this answer you satisfied? "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Brian pondered for a moment and nodded his head, expressing his satisfaction.

"..." Joanne's cheeks were burning like fire, getting hotter and hotter, no longer knowing what to say.

Just at this time, Brian stretched out his hand towards Joanne, "Come here."

"..."

Joanne was more or less hesitant.

She always felt that it would be dangerous to go over there.

But if there was real danger, it wasn't something she could hide from without going there.

Joanne weighed her options and finally decided the past is the past, who's afraid of who!

Looking at Joanne's look of death, Brian suddenly felt amused, and the corner of his lips hooked into a playful arc.

If he didn't have the time, he might have actually teased Joanne as he wished.

But right now, time doesn't allow him to do that.

In the end, Brian pulled Joanne's hand and said, "I'm afraid that ... I can't do it tonight. You go to sleep first, I still have a little something to take care of."

"..."

Joanne understood the second half of Brian's sentence.

But what did he say no to in the first half of his sentence? She hadn't asked him for anything!

After a while, Joanne reacted to the fact that Brian was referring to "not just resting, but doing something to her".

If she keeps talking like this, she won't want to sleep, and Brian won't want to work.

Joanne knows in her heart that arguing, she will never be Brian's opponent.

Her only option was only to run away.

"Well, you get busy then, I'm going to my room!"

Joanne tried her best to look very understanding, and after saying that, she was about to break away from Brian's hand and run out.

Brian was quick to pull Joanne, and with a slight dexterity, Joanne instantly fell into his lap.

"Well!"

Joanne stared at Brian with wide eyes, incredulously.

So, she still can't escape Brian's clutches?

Brian rested his chin on Joanne's shoulder, "I'm going to be busy for a long time, you're not going to say anything to comfort me?"

Joanne turned to look at Brian,"It's going to be busy for a long time is how long?"

Brian didn't say anything, Joanne could already guess that he was busy until at least two or three o'clock as well.

When she got married, Joanne heard Gavin say that it was common for Brian to work overnight.

But since getting married, he tries not to bring home what he can finish at the office, and it's been a long time since he's worked all night.

This time, bumping into Rowdy as an opponent, he might really need to put in a little more effort.

Joanne stood up, hugged Brian and stroked his back, "Mr. Lambert, hard work."

"That's it?" Brian's slightly upturned tail hinted at his dissatisfaction.

Joanne knew Brian too well, cupped his face and kissed him on the lips, "Is this okay?"

"Of course not." Brian's gaze became helpless for a second, "But only let you go first."

Joanne smiled and withdrew her hand, "Alright, you get busy, I'm going back to my room."

The next day, when Joanne woke up from her sleep in a daze, she vaguely heard the sound of pattering water coming from the bathroom.

After the sound of water stopped, she opened her eyes and sat up just in time to see Brian come out of the bathroom.

Brian's face clearly had the fatigue of staying up all night.

Joanne lifted the covers and got up to help Brian blow his hair, "Have you been busy until now?"

Brian smiled and said breezily, "There are more things than I thought."

"... very tired, right?" Joanne touched Brian's head, her tone full of suppressed heartache.

"Okay." Waiting for his hair to dry, Brian lies down, bringing Joanne to the bed in the process, firmly encircling her in his arms, "Accompany me to sleep for a while longer."

Joanne "hmm", looking at Brian's features bathed in the morning light, no longer sleepy.

When she worked at the police station, she had excellent professional knowledge, plus the tacit cooperation with Jiang Shao Kai, she was completely the backbone of the office.

However, back in this house, she had learned business stuff for so long, but she still couldn't do Brian any favors.

Whenever that happened, she felt a deep sense of frustration.

As a result, she realized even more deeply that she needed to be more than just a Mrs. Lambert that the media couldn't find any loopholes in.

She still needs to keep learning.

Even if she couldn't catch up with Brian, she still had to keep up with him.

Only then could she help Brian when he was in need.

Brian was probably too tired and completely didn't notice that Joanne had been looking at him.

Not long after, Joanne felt the frequency of Brian's breathing slow down which generally meant that he had fallen asleep.

He was probably really tired.

Joanne had little sleep, gently removed Brian's hand, got up and went to see the two little ones, looked at the time almost, took the cell phone to give Wesley a call.

At this time, Wesley, who was far away from the hospital, just woke up, and Yuna, who was lying beside him, was still sleeping peacefully.

Not wanting to disturb Yuna, Wesley took his cell phone and walked to the balcony to answer it, "Joanne, what is it?"

"Nothing, just want to tell you that in the afternoon, Gavin and Wendy and I want to go to your house to see Yuna. How about it, is it convenient for you and Yuna?"

"Convenient." Wesley looked at Yuna on the hospital bed|"Thank you."

Of course he knew that Joanne and Wendy were not just here to see Yuna.

They will also give Yuna confidence and support.

For that, he was a million times more grateful.

"That's good, we'll go over after lunch." Joanne says, "Brian worked all night last night, I want him to sleep a little longer."

"Okay, I'll see you this afternoon."

Wesley hung up the phone, pushed open the balcony door, and returned to his room.

Yuna just woke up, probably noticing that Wesley wasn't around, she fumbled to find the cell phone that was placed on the bedside table, fingerprinted it to unlock it and woke up the voice assistant to ask about the current time.

The voice assistant told her it was nine o'clock sharp.

"Hoo..." Yuna realized something like, touching his stomach and said, "No wonder I feel so hungry."

After the invisible, Yuna frankly a lot, what directly say what, never beat around the bush to let people guess.

Wesley did think that this Yuna was much cuter than before.

Wesley walked over and directly picked Yuna up.

"Ah!" Yuna was not expected, screamed, subconsciously touched the face of the person who hugged her, discerned that it was Wesley by the feel of his hand, and sighed in relief, "You're in the room ah, why don't you make a sound?"

"Just now answered the phone on the balcony." Wesley carried Yuna to the bathroom, handed her her toothbrush and urged, "Hurry up, there's something to tell you in a moment."

Yuna didn't ask what it was about, and cooperated by quickly brushing her teeth and walking outside to sit down in the dining room, tearing up her toast while shaking her feet under the table, finally kicking Wesley, "What are you going to tell me?"

Wesley didn't make any pretense and said directly, "After dinner, we'll go home for a few days."

"Back where, G city?" Yuna was instantly excited, his eyes were bright, "Can we go back?!"

Looking at Yuna's agitated appearance, Wesley's gaze inevitably darkened for a moment, and a touch of guilt vaguely surfaced.

Right now, he could satisfy Yuna with anything.

The only thing he couldn't do for the time being was to bring her back to G City.

Once he brought Yuna back to G City, everything he had hidden would all come to light.

Fortunately, he could still find an excuse to convince Yuna.

Wesley spread jam on the bread and handed it to Yuna, saying as if nothing had happened, "Your current physical condition doesn't allow you to travel by boat. Let's not go back to G city first, just a change of scenery, back to the suburbs for two days."

Although Yuna was disappointed, she didn't get suspicious, instead she comforted Wesley,"It's okay, when I get better, we can go back to G City."

"Uh-huh." Wesley handed Yuna the hot milk, "We'll eat and leave."

Yuna took the milk, cupped his hands in his hands, and gulped down half a cup.

She was probably really looking forward to getting well and returning to G City, to the homeland where she grew up.

Wesley was also looking forward to that day.

When that day came, he didn't have to hide it all anymore.

After breakfast, Yuna still wanted to pack her bags, but Wesley said, "There's no need to pack, what you have here, you have at home."

Yuna thought about it, and, if they went back this time, they shouldn't be able to stay for more than a few days before she had to go back to the hospital again.

She put her hand out, "Let's go home then!"

It was only then that Wesley realized that Yuna was like this when she took the initiative.

He held Yuna's hand and said, "I suddenly feel that I like the present you better."

"Wesley," Yuna looked serious, "Don't lie to yourself!"

Wesley thought Yuna misunderstood him and tried to explain, "Yuna, I ..."

Yuna interrupted Wesley, "Obviously the previous me, you also quite liked!"

"..."

Wesley must admit that this time, he was choked speechless by Yuna.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, holding Yuna and leaving the hospital.

On the way, Wesley received a text message from Kai, saying that the house was ready and was now waiting for him and Yuna to go back.

Wesley looked at Yuna in the passenger seat, who clearly knew nothing.

It's good not to know.

Not knowing makes it all the more surprising.