"I don't know if your tastes have changed ..."

When she finished, Joanne realized that her tone was almost ethereal.

Yes, she wasn't sure if Brian's tastes had changed.

Brian didn't notice Joanne's abnormality, looked at her and said word for word, "It won't change."

Joanne blinked her eyes and looked at Brian curiously, "Won't you get tired of drinking bitter coffee ... all the time? Don't you want to try some fancy coffee?"

"I'm not interested in fancy coffee." Brian took another document and was about to open it, but his eyes suddenly fixed on Joanne, "Joanne, you're talking a bit too much today."

"Does it bother you ...?"

Joanne's pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with uncertainty, and her tone became even more misty.

Brian finally realized that Joanne wasn't talking too much, but her whole person was off.

He put down the file and signaled Joanne to come over, "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

Yeah, something.

A catch-22, something that has yet to be answered.

The answer was on her lips, but reason told Joanne that now was not the time to talk to Brian in a showdown.

Hearing is believing, no matter what she hears, she still prefers to believe Brian, to believe in this man who accompanies her and shields her and the two little ones from the wind and rain.

Joanne gathered her emotions and shook her head, "It's fine, I'm going to help you make coffee!"

As soon as the words fell, Joanne immediately turned around and left, Brian proceeded to deal with the documents, but an inadvertent saw Joanne's coffee cup still sitting on the corner of the table.

Joanne had clearly said just now that she had folded back to get her cup because she also wanted to drink coffee, only to go out and then forget her own cup in the office.

Joanne had never been the one to lose her head.

This time, Brian could finally be sure there must be something.

But why didn't Joanne want to tell him?

Joanne came back from making coffee before noticing that her cup was still staying in the corner of the table, and then looked at Brian he must have already noticed.

She "coughed" and spontaneously explained, "I don't want black coffee ..."

Brian suddenly realized something and looked at Joanne with amusement, "You just asked me so many questions, you just want to drink fancy coffee?"

"What else did you think?" Su Jane looked aggravated, "But I didn't think that you still weren't tired of black coffee."

The corner of Brian's lips rose slightly, signaling Joanne, "Come here."

Joanne walked over and was caught off guard by Brian pulling him to sit on his lap.

She struggled a bit and just wanted to get up, Brian circled her waist and whispered in her ear, "Everyone has something they favor, and it probably won't change for the rest of their lives."

"... "Joanne turned back, circled Brian's neck, and looked at him in a good way, "What do you favor?"

Brian kissed Joanne on the lips without warning, "You."

"..." Joanne was at her wits' end, and a light smile bled from the corner of her lips.

At that moment, Daisy called in to remind that Brian had a meeting in five minutes.

Brian was not in a hurry to let go of Joanne, looked at her and said, "The meeting will be over in an hour or so, will you go home or wait for me in the office?"

"I'll wait for you here." Joanne said without thinking, "I'll stop by to make arrangements to help Wesley and Yuna celebrate in the evening!"

"Hard work." Brian kissed Joanne's lips and finally let go of Joanne and got up to leave.

The office door closed noiselessly, leaving Joanne alone in the office.

Joanne looked at Brian's computer and her heartbeat thumped.

She could pretend that she hadn't heard anything, she could ask Brian nothing, but she had to know who Manny was.

Joanne hesitated for a moment, or open Brian's computer, enter the company's personnel system, enter the word "Manny", and soon pulled out a personnel file.

Aunt Nyla, 23 years old, just graduated back from abroad, in Lu's President's Office, as Brian's administrative secretary.

Joanne looked at the avatar on the profile and instantly remembered, wasn't this the unfamiliar face she had stumbled upon when she arrived?

Girls are good-looking, and in this era of "value is justice", girls with a pretty face may have more shortcuts than the average person.

But shortcuts don't always lead to success.

Without thinking too much, Joanne closed the page and exited the personnel system.

After marrying Brian, many people reminded her to be careful of the warblers and swallows around Brian, especially those young and beautiful girls.

Someone also took a very popular saying to warn her a beautiful vase is not scary, it's the raw dragon that's the most dangerous.

In case someone uses beauty as a weapon and pounces hard on Brian, and Brian happens to be unable to resist, she will have to cry at home while holding her baby.

In the face of these "good intentions", Joanne always has only one answer she believes Brian.

Even now, even if a "beautiful as a flower", but also "alive and well" girl has appeared, and already and Brian rumors, she still choose to believe Brian.

Not because things haven't gotten out of hand yet, not because she's afraid of it getting out of hand.

She simply believed that Brian would not betray her, would not betray their love.

Joanne was just about to get up when there was a knock on the door, followed by a girl walking in with a glass of juice.

Joanne recognized it at once, it was Aunt Nyla.

Aunt Nyla walked over with a smile, her slim figure wrapped in a well-fitting professional suit, unassuming but extraordinarily alluring.

Joanne didn't move, like she didn't know who Aunt Nyla was, quietly looking at the girl who came in.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Aunt Nyla, the new executive secretary at the president's office." Aunt Nyla put the juice on the table, "The meeting was delayed, Mr. Lambert ordered me to bring you a cup of juice."

Joanne smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Aunt Nyla smiled more and more charmingly, "When I first came to the company, I heard my colleagues in the office say that Madam looked as beautiful as heaven. At first glance today, Daisy and the girls didn't exaggerate at all!"

"Beauty is not a capital." Joanne smiled slightly, her tone was very calm, "I don't have anything here, you can go and get busy."

Joanne was not overbearing, and there was no element of command in her tone.

However, the president's wife's stance was still sufficient to distinguish her from Aunt Nyla's status.

Aunt Nyla stopped saying anything, nodded her head obediently, and turned to leave the office.

Joanne made a call to have some afternoon tea sent over to the staff at the president's office.

Half an hour later, the afternoon tea was delivered, and the secretary and assistant's office were all filled with the aroma of coffee and pastries.

Daisy ate with a satisfied look on her face, took a sip of her luscious matcha latte at the end, and said, "I wish the missus would come every day!"

Her words, seven percent of them were meant for Aunt Nyla.

Aunt Nyla smiled, "Doesn't Madam have to bring up her child, how can she come over every day?Daisy, if you like the coffee and snacks here, I'll treat you later!"

"No need." Daisy said as she binged, "It's easy to get fat if you eat too much!"

"..." Aunt Nyla was instantly speechless.

Inside the office, Joanne had already planned how to help Wesley and Yuna celebrate in the evening, there were just some things that she couldn't personally handle, but if she remembered correctly, Daisy could take care of it.

When Brian came back from the meeting, he found Joanne sitting thoughtfully, walked over and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"You're back!" Joanne eyed Brian, "I want Daisy to do me a favor."

Brian looked light-hearted, "Go directly to her, she wouldn't dare reject you."

Joanne deliberately asked, "You don't have a problem with me using your people just like this?"

Brian furrowed his brows and looked at Joanne, seriously emphasizing, "They are just my employees. You are the one who is mine."

Joanne couldn't help but laugh and stood up, "Well, your people are going to your staff!"

Joanne walked into the secretary's office and called out to Daisy, who didn't react and froze, pointing at herself, "Ma'am, you're looking for me?"

"Uh-huh." Joanne nodded, "I have something I need to ask you for, why don't you come out and we'll find a place to talk?"

Finally, the two went to the pantry.

Daisy was a little apprehensive.

She wasn't sure if Joanne had heard something and had come to her for information.

But what can she say about this kind of scandal?

One bad move and she'll lose her job!

Joanne quickly noticed Daisy's consternation, and more or less guessed why Daisy was nervous, smiled, and directly said, "Daisy, two of my friends got licensed to get married today, and I thought of a plan to help them celebrate, but there are some things that I can't do, so I want to ask for your help. Don't worry, it's all things you can handle, I won't give you a hard time."

Daisy looked surprised, "Ma'am, did you seek me out just to do you a favor? Nothing else?"

"No more ah." Joanne talked to Daisy in detail about her plan and made it clear what things she needed her help with, and at the end, politely asked, "How about it, can you help me?"

"Of course there's no problem ah, I often help Mr. Lambert deal with these, you're right to look for me!" Daisy suddenly thought of something like, paused for a moment, and then said, "Ma'am, actually ... you can let me do some other things too."

Joanne didn't need to guess to know what Daisy was referring to.

For example, help her spy on Brian, or verify the gossip between Brian and Aunt Nyla, and report to her at any time.

However, Joanne thought to herself that since she trusted Brian, there was no need to do so.

Even if she believed the gossip and wanted to investigate Brian and Aunt Nyla, utilizing Daisy was not a wise choice.

Joanne smiled, "Thank you. But there's really nothing else."

Daisy could only guess that Joanne most likely didn't know anything yet.

In that case, she couldn't say anything else.

Daisy sighed mentally and said, "Ma'am, if you need anything in the future, you can always call me."

"Good." Joanne nodded, "Thank you. You go back and get busy."