The next day.

It seemed that the weather catered for Joanne's discharge. It was a nice day.

The autumn sunshine was variegated and shined on the ground. And the yellowed leaves swirled from the trees from time to time, as if telling people that autumn was coming near.

Autumn was Joanne's favorite season. The hospital just planted two rows of ginkgo to make a viewing path. Whether walking among them or looking down from a high place, the golden gingkoes were really beautiful.

Over the days in hospital, Joanne spent a lot of boring time in the hospital with these two rows of ginkgo trees.

Today, she intentionally got up very early and went to the balcony to see the deep yellow gingko leaves. After she left the hospital, it must be hard to see them again.

No sooner had Brian regained consciousness than he reached out to find Joanne. However, he found no one was sleeping on the other side.

He suddenly opened his eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the figure on the balcony. As he expected, Joanne was leaning against the railings and watching something.

In the ward with a comfortable temperature, the hospital clothes with short sleeves she wore may be appropriate. But if she went out, these clothes could not keep out any cold wind in autumn.

Brian took a cardigan and wrapped it over Joanne's shoulders. "Do you want to have breakfast here or at home?"

"Here." Joanne gathered up her cardigan, pointed at the cane recliners, and said, "Let's eat here. After today's breakfast, I don't want to come back again."

In this life, it was enough to meet such big trouble.

Brian called someone for breakfast. At that time, Joanne was changing clothes and washing.

After washing and changing, breakfast had been sent here.

The fish fillet congee and the baked potato, which were sent by the Moonlit Dine, were still steaming, and the smell of the omelette made them feel hungry.

Joanne was too impatient to wait. She sat down and served congee for both of them, and looked at Brian with a smile. "Please taste this, the congee is great."

"Say it." If Joanne looked so lovable, there must be requirements that she wanted to ask for him.

Joanne coughed and then smiled more brilliantly. "I'd like to discuss something with you, that I want to go to work on Monday."

Brian frowned and said, "But the injury on your leg hasn't quite healed yet."

"I can walk by myself already!" Joanne said with a wronged crying expression. "I had lied in the hospital for half a month. I'm not willing to lie at home continually. Can I go to work on Monday? If I still felt uncomfortable, I would continue to rest."

"..." Brian said nothing.

Joanne was so afraid that Brian would reject her. Because once he shook his head, it would be almost impossible to change his mind.

She immediately got up and moved over to Brian. Then held his arm with shaking and said, "Honey. "

In the past, this way used to be efficient. When she used this way again, she thought, " Say 'yes'. Please say 'yes' quickly."

However, Brian just looked at her peacefully and said, "Can you try something more interesting?"

Joanne had no way. She was dissatisfied with shriveled mouth and said, "I would go mouldy if I lied at home again. Would you like to have a wife who covered with mildew? My injury is really nothing serious. Honey, please, let me go to work."

After long consideration, Brian said, "Don't insist if you feel not so good. Just ask for a leave to go home."

Wonderful! He promised!

Joanne resisted the urge to cheer, kissed deeply on Brian's face and said, "I know!"

Then she came back to her seat, debonairly put a omelette on Brian's plate and strongly recommended to him. All the joy was overflowing with words.

In fact, Brian did not intend to allow her to go to work. Whereafter he considered her characteristic, she must kick up a row if he asked her to stay at home.

What's more, it was a good sign that she began to discuss with him. If he refused her at the beginning, she wouldn't want to discuss something with him later.

So when he was silent, he was thinking about promising Joanne's requirement.

Unexpectedly, he won a kiss.

Joanne was really happy, which made her talkative. She talked with Brian constantly and offered congee for him actively. After breakfast, Gavin and Martha arrived.

Gavin went to the discharge formalities. And Martha was busy with packing up Joanne's things. It was all set in less than half an hour. Gavin came back with a stack of charge slips in his hand, and said, "OK, now we can depart. "

"Woo---" like an emancipist, Joanne felt greatly relieved and left the ward without hesitation.

No matter how perfect the environment and facilities were, she never wanted to come back!

Martha was also happy. Half a month ago, the conflict between Brian and Joanne was so serious. The atmosphere of the whole family was terrible. Even Simon believed that they are completely broken up. It is surprising that there was still a turning point. They did not have to worry that the family would become as cold and rigid as before.

Winston knew that they were coming to pick up Joanne today. Yesterday, he cleaned the car, specially. When he saw them, he immediately smiled and got off to open the back door.

Joanne 's leg was not recovered completely. While Winston drove the off-road vehicle. When she was worried about how to get on, she was suddenly picked up and then firmly placed in the back seat...

Obviously, it was Brian who brought her up in front of Winston, Martha, and Gavin.

"By his height, eh?"

Just thinking, Joanne's sight suddenly contacted with Gavin and Martha's ambiguous eyes. She lowered head to conceal her hot cheek and closed the door with "bang".

Brian got on from the other side. Then Winston immediately started the car said, "Let's go home. "

Joanne was unfamiliar with Winston. In the past, he always wore a black business suit with white gloves, who permanently looked like a professional driver. To be honest, he should know he couldn't cheer like that.

But she could tell from Winston's voice that he was very happy. Was it because she went home?

Well, she also wanted to catch a chance to tell Winston that she felt delighted, too.

It spent more than half an hour for them from the hospital to home. About ten o'clock, the black car stopped at the wrought iron gate. Inside the gate, there was the four-story villa that Joanne could not be more familiar with. Flowers in the garden outside bloomed more brightly than she left.

Looking at every familiar corner, she felt like someone who had been away from her hometown for a long time had finally set foot on it again, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

Her pleasure was obvious.

This time, she would never leave.

Brian opened the door and said, "Now, get off, dear."

Joanne nodded, held on Brian's hands. She put the left leg down firstly, then got off slowly.

The gate had been opened. Winston drove the car into the garage. At that time Joanne found that Simon had come out. As she met him for the first time, he looked thin and tall, wearing a fitted business suit with delicate crutches, behaved like an English gentleman. "Young Madam, welcome home."

Joanne smiled and went into the door with Brian.

At first, she thought she was just moving here for two years. But now, here was her home.

She went back home.

Everything in the house was the same as when she left. Martha naturally greeted her and poured water for her and Brian. It seemed that they had just come back from a long journey. The stiff quarrel had not happened half a month ago.

After drinking the lemonade made by Martha, Joanne put the cup back, and said to Brian, "I want to go back to the room."

Her room was on the second floor, although not high, the stairs were still hard for Joanne's injured leg. Brian asked, "Shall I hold you?

"No!" Su Jane-an almost refused in a hurry. "I, I can do it myself!" It's not the case of only two of them in the hospital. Now in front of so many people at home, she would rather limp up!

Brian did not force her and just followed her.

It usually took one minute to reach the second floor. But this time, it took Joanne four minutes to go upstairs and open the door. It was the same moment that she was stunned and could not believe what she saw.

Brian also did not expect that Simon did not let people clean up the room. After a second of stunned, he would rush to Joanne's front and say, "You go to the living room first."

"Wait a minute!" Joanne's reaction was faster than ever and quickly stopped Brian. "Are those things... yours?

Her bed is a little messy. When she left, she tidied up the quilt and pillow. What was more suspicious was that there were suits and ties on the bed, several sets of men's pajamas, a box of cigarettes and lighters on the bedside table, and a pair of men's slippers in front of the bed.

Besides Brian, she could not guess who these things could be.

Brian's look became somewhat unnatural. "They are mine."

"You..." Su Jane-an believed Chris's words completely. "After I left, you really have been sleeping here all the time?"

At this time, it was no longer meaningful to deny it. Brian sighed,"I can't sleep in my room."

Joanne carefully pondered the tone of each word of Brian, as if she saw every day after she left him.

He came back very late, tired, and fell asleep on her bed. When he woke up the next day, he might felt confused at the moment in the strange room. Then he reflected that it was her room, but she had already left.

At that time, she was in the town thousands of kilometers away from the city A and was busy with some cases.

When she was free, she was not happy. She also had her head in the clouds towards the white walls of the guesthouse.

They didn't want to live like this, but they really tortured each other for several days.

Joanne suddenly fell into Brian's arms. "Brian, let's not quarrel any more, shall we?"

Brian was shocked, who seemed to be stiff. But the girl in his arms was real.

There seemed to be something bursting in his heart, and he couldn't say it. It turned into the power on his hands, which made him hold Joanne tightly. "Well."

"What should we do if we still have a quarrel?" Joanne asked, "who is responsible for apologizing?"

Brian raised his lips and said, "Is it more appropriate for you to be responsible for this?"

Absolutely no!" Joanne thought for a moment. "One person at a time!

She and Brian were both rational people. If they really quarreled about something, they couldn't tell who was right or wrong, whose turn it was, and who was right to apologize.

As for another person, she just needed to wait for accepting an apology.