Having changed her clothes, Freya felt thirsty and opened the fridge. She was surprised to see so many bottles of her favorite mineral water inside.

Suspecting it was an illusion, she took out one and dangled it toward Chris. "Ain't we run out of them?"

Chris answered, "I bought a carton just now."

"Ugh, you got changed... to buy them?" Freya felt it was an illusion again-"He's ever up to such trivial things?"

"How else?" Chris came over. "I did it just for you, then what have you got for me in return?"

Of course.

Freya kissed Chris on the cheek at once.

Chris was pleased with angles in his lips and he caressed Freya's face. "I did it just en route, and I am glad what you've got for me."

Freya. "... You tricked me and ruined our basic trust!"

She wouldn't let it over and was ready to show her little grievance to Chris, only to be hugged into his arms with no way to escape.

She smiled like a fox and deliberately nestled up against Chris. "What are you doing?"

Chris stared at Freya's ruddy lips. "Have a taste!"

"Look!" Freya launched her charm offensive by handing the bottle to Chris. "It is not opened yet, you... ugh..."

It turned out that her little grievance was finally dispelled by Chris, and the two burst into flirtatious romp in the living room.

No one had noticed that on the opposite side of the building, a telephoto lens had been aimed at them with crazy shots.

It was past five in the afternoon when Chris drove Freya home.

Freya untied the seat belt. "Anything to say, gon' go?"

Chris reached out and stopped Freya. "Won't you come back to me tonight?"

"I promised to my dad to spend half of every week at home." Freya gently pushed away Chris's hands. "Just wait for me, and I'll be back to you tomorrow!"

After that, Freya pushed open the car door and when sliding off towards her house, she glanced back and waved at Chris. "Bye!"

Chris gritted his teeth. "You bloody chick.

"Coming back tomorrow? I will make you unable to walk out my door then?" Chris thought.

Mr. Norris was watering in the garden but he observed how happy his girl when she came in. He laughed to her. "Why don't you invite him in?"

"Why? he was just my chauffeur." Freya pretended annoyance of Chris's courtship. "Mr. Norris, is this the camelia you grew last year? It has blossomed!"

"Flowers always blossom." Old Norris was insinuating. "Unlike your relationship."

"What do you mean by this?" Freya pretended bitterness.

"I mean, your relationship is going nowhere, unlike this flower which blossoms with the nourishment of fertilizer." Mr. Norris didn't care if he would hurt her feelings. "A perfect simile, isn't it?"

Freya was saddened. "Bullshit!"

She doubted if there was another one so cruel like her father in this world.

"Every father in this world is supposed to try their best to make for her girl's wish and considerately avoid her grief."

Only Mr. Norris was a curious one who had always reminded her of her scars.

But today her scars had healed.

"You are beaming so happily, so what's happened? Mr. Norris jogged her with his elbow. "But I am really disappointed with the recent bearish stock market, so share with me your good luck and happiness?"

Freya looked at her own old man in disdain. "I know you were fishing for something about Chris and me, and it is pathetic!" She grabbed Mr. Norris by his hand. "It doesn't matter if you lost in the stock market. Because I will earn a lot and you can count on me. Let's go to dinner, I am starved!"

Mr. Norris uttered "Aha?" and said, "You were away last night and today perhaps with Chris, but you haven't had your dinner today?"

Freya managed to conceal her diffidence inside. "Of course, I have, but not much. So, I am hungry now!"

In dinner, Mr. Norris got her some braised chicken with butter which she had always requested in the usual. "Freya, remember that man won't cherish what they can get easily."

"..." Freya suddenly stopped and looked at Mr. Norris with confusion.

In contrast with a nervous Freya, Mr. Norris appeared to be much easier. He smiled. "Men are born conquerors. The harder it is to conquer their prey, the more indelible their pursuits are. Dad has been doing business for so many years, and the most impressive people for me are the most difficult customers."

Freya found that she was about to betray herself but finally brought herself under control. "Old Norris, why did you tell me this?

Old Norris smiled and gestured with his hands. "It is heard that Chris's making advances towards you. So that was my advice on it."

Freya relieved inwardly because she thought Old Norris might have found out about them.

After dinner, Mr. Norris and Mrs. Norris were walking in the neighborhood. Mrs. Norris signed. "Our naughty girl must be very cheerful at the thought of having deceived us. But what's so good about Chris that she has loved him with heart and soul?"

"She will know she's wrong one day." Mr. Norris waved his hands with resignation. "Let it be. If by any chance she marries him one day, then they might really be meant for each other."

It was getting dark so fast when Freya played several chess games. After that, Freya retired into her room at 11 pm sharp, announcing she had to sleep.

But in fact, she couldn't fell asleep.

The seemingly casual warning from her father had swayed her mind anyhow.

"Does a man never cherish what he gets easily? Even if they are a living person around him?" She thought.

Maybe she was obsessed and possessed that she wouldn't regret it despite her worries.

Freya turned herself on the bed when her phone on the bedside cupboard rang. She took it over and saw it was Chris's call.

"Hello?" She answered the phone in an unhappy voice.

Chris detected Freya's nuance in her voice. "Anything wrong?"

Freya clutched her phone as if determined for something. "When will you talk to my father?"

From the receiver came Chris's little laughter. "Are you so anxious for the talk?"

"..." Freya bit her lips to refrain herself from admitting it.

"Just wait for some time," Chris said, "I have something to do for the time being."

"What is that?" Freya asked.

Chris became silent for a while. "You will know it in the future."

Oh, it must be something about her.

Freya felt herself itching for what Chris had said, but she knew she had to wait considering Chris had never changed his mind.

But if she was really anxious to know it, she had to force it out of him like she did yesterday.

With a huge price like the one she paid yesterday, though.

Finally, Freya chose to keep the suspense. "Alright, just wait."

She began to ramble on with him, who curiously didn't refuse her gossips.

In contrast, Joanne had been busy as hell.

There had been increasing suspicion about David, so had there been about Milo who was very cunny and for whom Rowdy had hired a lawyer. Now the whole investigation group still had no clue about the critical evidence and had to continue their hard work.

It was weekends but they had to work deep into night.

Shawn was the only one who had been enthusiastic and had never complained a whiff. When Joanne asked why, he said, "If I have to decide between the dead and alive, I will choose the former."

Joanne knew the truth that Shawn must have been asked to date with Riana again but his work served as a plausible excuse to escape dating.

But he was baffled. "Why don't you meet girls more often? Will you take a dead woman as your wife?"

Shawn was almost shattered by his words. "Joanne, don't you have any pleasant joke?"

Joanne shrugged, cleansed her cup and put it back in her seat. "I am leaving now."

Nothing from Rowdy today and she could relieve at the thought that he must have lost his interests, only to meet him when she stepped out of her office.

He was in a wind coat with an expensive cigarette between his lips, so cool to look at. However, there seemed something dangerous and evil behind his well-defined features in the smoke.

Devil was the best word for him.

Joanne wanted to go around him subconsciously, but Rowdy got in her way, as if clear about her thoughts. "Are you so afraid of me as not to have said hello?"

"What terms do you think are we on?" Joanne said coldly.

"But I am here just for you." Rowdy ignored her attitude. "Shall we walk together?"

"Don't you forget it is a police station here." Joanne stepped backward, away from him. "No one can misbehave here, take a hike from me now!"

Rowdy squinted slightly at Joanne. "A woman did the same as you, but she died a few years after that."

"You are threatening me?" Joanne became unafraid and looked at him straight. As a law-abiding and decent citizen, she had no reason to be afraid of such a scoundrel.

"No, I am telling you that you had better not be so defiant." Rowdy suddenly bore on her. "There's no one I can't get. Don't want to dictate to me."

When their eyes met, the freezing fear came back to Rowdy like a snake releasing its scary tongue, and she shivered involuntarily.

"You can only blame yourself for having married someone from the Lambert Family," Rowdy said with his icy voice. "I hate Lu's above others!"

Joanne had an impulse to swear at him.

"There are too many people whose last name are Lu for him to hate, has he just escaped from a shrank?" she thought.

She decisively walked around him towards the police station, and from behind came his frosty voice. "Remember, you are bound to be mine sooner or later."

Joanne ignored the voice but the fear was inflating inside. She accelerated and burst into running when getting out of the station.

Seeing Joanne hurriedly fleeing, Winston got out of the car. "What's wrong with you, Young Madam?"

"Nothing." Joanne was reassured to find Winston and pulled the door open. "Let's go home quickly."

Now, only home would make her feel safe.

It was already almost the small hours of the next day when she finished her shower. She calculated the time difference with Brian, according to which she knew he should have been asleep.

But now her phone beside the pillow was ringing, and it was from him!

Joanne's fear disappeared at once. She picked up the phone and heard his familiar voice. "Have you knocked off yet?"

"Yes, just got back." Joanne laid down on Brian's pillow and asked in an unhappy voice. "When are you back tomorrow?"

"What's up?" First time for him to have heard Joanne ask so directly.

Joanne bit her lip and uttered in a low voice. "I miss you."