The next morning.

Joanne still woke up very early. When she opened her eyes, she found that she maintained her position of yesterday where she leaned on Brian's arms.

She was aware of how restless she was when she was asleep, but as long as she was hugged by Brian, she did not seem to move anymore.

Was it because of the peace of mind, or... because she was afraid of Brian subconsciously?

No, she wanted to prove herself by action: She was not afraid of Brian!

Joanne moved Brian's hands casually, which were circling on her waist. She patted his cheek and said, "Wake up! Fire alarm!"

Brian frowned in the dream and looked very upset. Joanne's sense of accomplishment suddenly increased. Then she grabbed and shook Brian's shoulders. "Wake up. Don't sleep anymore. Fire alarm!"

This time, Brian finally opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the smile on Joanne's face.

He squinted and asked, "Fire alarm?"

"Yeah!" Joanne nodded and tried to pretend a very real expression of anxiety. "Get up and hurry up!"

At present, the security system of this house was the most unbreakable around the world. Let alone the fire, even a suspicious little smoke would trigger the alarm system, and then Simon and those bodyguards hidden in the dark would also have already been dispatched. How could it still be so quiet?

Joanne still didn't know enough about this home.

Brian hooked the corners of his lips up and pressed himself on Joanne like he used to do. "Joanne, I think you are fanning the flame."

"Eh?" Joanne blinked and finally realized that she could not trick Brian.

A wise man knew when to retreat.

She immediately confessed to him. "Honey, I am wrong..."

Brian was not influenced by the sweet talk at all and thus did not loosen his hands a bit. "Wake me up in the early morning. What do you want to do? Um?"

As if she really wanted to do something!

"Nothing." Joanne looked at Brian very casually. "I just want to wake you up in a special way."

Brian implicated ambiguously. "Actually, there are more special ways, such as-"

He slowly lowered his head and approached Joanne, staring at her lips...

Joanne curled her mouth and sternly held her palm against Brian's forehead.

She rarely kept calm when she was so close to him, which indicated that she had done nothing to felt guilty for. It was not so funny to tease her anymore, so Brian let her go.

Joanne looked relieved a lot, turned up quickly, and slid into the bathroom.

After washing, they left the room separately, and Joanne left first.

What she didn't expect was that Martha was doing some cleaning work on the second floor!

When seeing Joanne and Brian came out together so early, Martha and others' eyes suddenly became very intrigued. She looked at Joanne with a smile and then continued to work as if nothing had happened.

Joanne did not blush with Brian just now. But now, she couldn't help it.

"Please, don't laugh like this! There was nothing between Brian and me."

Joanne wanted to explain clearly. But who could tell her how to start?

At this moment, Brian suddenly circled his arm around her waist and walked downstairs with her.

"Hey, did he just made it more difficult to explain?"

Joanne looked at Brian very unhappily and glared at him, signaling him to let her go. Brian insisted on taking her to the first floor, and then he slowly looked at her. "Do you think you can explain it clearly?"

"..." Joanne immediately lowered her head just like a defeated small animal.

It was very strange to explain this thing with Martha. And the most important thing was that it was difficult to explain so clearly!

She could not find a way to vent her anger, so she glared at Brian. "It's all because of you!"

Brian just hooked his lips and showed a look that said "Just blame me. What can you do?".

From this day, Joanne began to really live together in the same room with Brian in a way she had not imagined. And all the people in the family knew it.

At first, he shamelessly climbed on Joanne's bed every night, so that his luxurious master bedroom was completely idle.

Then, his things were moved one by one from his room. First, they were daily supplies such as toothbrush, towel, and so on. Then, they were shaver and shaving water and etc. Afterward, they were his clothes.

Since when she was little, Joanne's had always had her own room. Now, some inexplicable male supplies would appear in her room. At first, she was not used to this, especially when she opened the closet and saw Brian's shirts and ties. But after a while, she even felt happy and sweet, and then was willing to help him clean up. When she found that his shaving water was running out, she would remind him. Occasionally, when she forgot where a small object was, she could ask Brian, and he could always give a correct answer.

It seemed that their life together was becoming more and more harmonious.

In the beginning, Martha would sometimes secretly discuss the matter with others. But after several days, this matter was not unusual anymore.

Simon called Iris with much pleasure. "The Young Master and Young Madam become closer. It won't be long for you to have grandchildren."

Joanne knew that she was slowly accepting Brian into her own life.

"Nothing bad. Anyway, this would happen sooner or later."

She went back to work at the police station, and heard something about Shawn's blind date and learned that the girl was very interesting. She encouraged Shawn to chase after her if he loved her. Freya and she would teach him what to do.

When Joanne's leg almost recovered to normal, the first series of "Top Model" was on air.

Freya was busy with rehearsing these days. She even had no time to answer the phone from Joanne. And Joanne was trying to ask Brian to take her to the set of Top Model.

The premiere was on Friday evening. She was positive that Brian would be available. However, she needed to do something to let him take her there.

It was at five o'clock p.m. on Friday.

A black car with a quite eye-catching logo a was parked in front of the police station. The moment Joanne went out of the police station, she saw the car.

"Young Master," inside the car, Winston in the driver's seat reminded Brian. "The Young Madam is out."

Brian had already seen Joanne. He got off and opened the door. She just came over, smiled at him, and got into the car obediently.

After arriving home, Joanne volunteered to prepare dinner.

Actually, she had not entered the kitchen for nearly a month. After coming back home, she had wanted to make dinner for Brian. But Simon and others thought her leg had not recovered completely and feared that she may fall in the kitchen. Because of this, they sternly refused her entering the kitchen.

Today, they didn't stop her, and they just looked at Brian in unison.

Before Brian opened his mouth, Joanne kicked the right leg flexibly and said, "Look, I am almost all good. Yesterday in the police station, I did a few hours of anatomy. That's really OK for me to cook a few dishes."

Such trying seemed not to be very useful because Brian still bore no signs of agreeing.

Joanne decided to try her best. She approached Brian and grasped his hand. "Don't you miss my cooking? Well, you haven't tasted my dishes for almost a month."

Brian untied the cufflinks of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. "Let me help you."

At first, Joanne thought that she must have misheard. After a few seconds, she finally believed what she had heard and nodded. "Okay!"

Just like last time, Brian did the cleaning, and Joanne cooked.

The ingredients were cleaned before being put into the refrigerator, so it was not difficult to wash them. Brian soon finished and then washed his hands and looked at Joanne leisurely.

Although he had never said it, he couldn't deny that when Joanne got serious, she looked most charming.

He believed that it was hard for him to hold such a degree of concentration. She was totally devoted to it as if she could only do this one thing after she was born. She treated them not just as fresh material, but as some living things.

Miraculously, whatever she was doing, she could be so dedicated.

"Bang-"

Something suddenly exploded, and Joanne hissed and retreated. Brian finally reacted and grabbed her arm to check. Oil splashed on her arm. Although now he could see nothing serious, she must develop a blister tomorrow if without careful treatment.

She furrowed her brows.

"Emm, honey, don't worry." Joanne was surprised to find that Brian was more concerned than her. "It's normal to have oil splashed on yourself in cooking. I'll at most develop a small blister tomorrow. It's fine."

She was going to make braised pork with soy sauce. When she was cooking the syrup, a drop of water on her hand accidentally dropped into the pot, and the oil splashed on her arms.

Brian glanced at Joanne and released her hand without saying anything, then walked straight out of the kitchen.

Joanne did not know what he wanted to do. No matter what, the sugar just melted. She poured the fried meat, and then the fragrance spread immediately.

Finally, she added the prepared sauce and turned down the flame. At that time, Brian went into the kitchen again with a tube of plaster in his hand.

He squeezed a little on his fingertip and asked Joanne. "Give me your hand."

Joanne stretched his hand slowly. Brian used his fingertip to smear the cold green paster on her already reddened skin. The coolness suppressed the tiny burning pain.

There was something full of her heart.

She knew that she was moved.

She started to learn to cook for herself after going abroad. On the one hand, she was not used to eating fast food in the United States. On the other hand, she wanted to save money.

She slowly copied her mother's cooking according to her memory. If she really stumbled on some dish, she would ask Chris for help. In the beginning, the things she made were not very good. However, at least they could be regarded as a meal.

At that time, without so many skills, she often went to cook with wet hands. Therefore, when the water dropped into the oil, she would always develop small blisters on her arms.

Freya was too careless to notice this kind of slight injury naturally. She was busy with study, part-time jobs, and experiments. So she didn't pay much attention to those burns. Anyway, these blisters were so small that they would not turn into scars.

But Brian was smearing the plaster unexpectedly.

In addition to Chris, there was someone in this world who even cared about her slight injuries.

How could she not be satisfied?

After applying the plaster, Brian screwed the lid of the medicine bottle. "Be careful next time."

Joanne looked tractable than ever before and smiled. "OK, I see."

She turned over the pork in the pan and had a hunch that the pork must be more delicious than before!

Brian handed the plaster to Martha, who brought some ingredients in. He looked at the fruits and vegetables on the table, then took a sliced potato and asked, "What about potatoes?"

"I want to make sour and spicy shredded potatoes."

Brian raised his eyebrows and took a knife from the knife rest. He cut the potatoes into pieces and then stacked them together to cut them into thin shreds.

Joanne once worried that Brian would damage the potato. When she looked at him, however, the potato shreds he cut were not worse than her, who was good at cutting.

"Hey, Brian has this kind of hidden skill!"