Chris squinted dangerously-

SECOND HUSBAND?

Then what was he?

Chris never wanted so much to steal other's love, and the love rivals he felt jealous of were two inanimate electronic products.

He leaned over and pulled Freya's bag with a forced smile.

Freya clung to it, cried, and protested. "No, don't touch my..."

"Behave, girl." Chris stroked Freya's head, and he sounded unprecedentedly gentle. "Your first husband is here."

"..." Freya was dumbfounded, and in the middle of it, the bag had been in Chris's hand.

She reacted and screamed, but there was nothing she could do anymore.

Chris unzipped the bag, found Freya's mobile phone and iPad, and took them away. Then, a mysterious and content smile spread across his lips. "You'll only be with me in the next few days."

" Alright!" Freya ground her teeth and compromised. "You can at least let me get back my phone! How can I take photos without my phone?"

Chris had already expected Freya's excuse, and picked up the camera he prepared, and swayed it in front of her. "DSLR is better than your mobile phone."

"..." Freya's jaw dropped in disbelief and felt depressed. "Get me somewhere and take away my mobile phone and iPad. Chris... why do I get the feeling you're from the networking marketing business?"

"You found out now?" Chris raised his eyebrows. "Too late."

She had set both of her feet on his boat.

"..."

Freya once again fell speechless, simply pulled down the hat to cover her face, and lean on the seat to sleep.

Her sight was completely blocked, and thus, she missed the darkness that had flashed throught Chris's eyes.

At the airport, Chris handed Freya's and his electronic products back to the driver and only took a DSLR and a private mobile with him.

Freya became more puzzled and asked, "Chris, what are you doing?" Isolated from the world?"

"Without work and trivial matters, only us, we could stay quietly in a new place for a few days, isn't it nice?" Chris asked in reply.

He looked serious, and there must be something enchanting in his voice.

Otherwise, how could Freya be shaken so much?

Freya did not say anything and followed Chris into the airport. Noticing the vast crowd, she subconsciously adjusted the sunglasses. "Chris, should we go separate? Otherwise, if I was recognized or photographed, how can I explain?"

"If you can't, then don't. We can let us go public." Chris answered briefly and meant to do this in a hard way.

"In your dreams!" Freya pulled down the hat, shrank to Chris's side. Bowing her head with exceptional caution, she was so afraid of being recognized.

"Freya," Chris knocked on her head. "You overestimate your popularity."

Freya glared at Chris.

Chris continued, "I can hardly tell if you're on the E-list or Z-list now. So, you probably won't have fans waiting for you at the airport."

E-list? Z-list?! Screw you!

This time, Freya was really angry. She stepped on Chris and strode toward the VIP entrance.

When she got the ticket, Freya knew that they were going to Yenford, which took more than two hours of flight time.

First-class.

Yenford was a famous sight-seeing city, but at this time, it was the slack season. In the spacious room, there were only Freya and Chris. When the flight attendant brought the drink, she looked at Freya in surprise, but she quickly regained her gaze professionally and carefully put down the drink and food. "Mr. Scott, Miss Freya, please enjoy. Wish you a pleasant trip."

"Thank you." Freya's voice sounded calm.

However, once the flight attendant returned to the cabin, Freya revealed her true self.

She grabbed Chris's hand and shook it excitedly. "Did you hear what she call me? Did you hear it? She recognizes me! She knows me!"

Chris calmly spread the newspaper. "Didn't she recognize me too?"

"You are the VVVVIP of this airline company. Which attendant doesn't know you?" The satisfaction and sense of achievement between Freya's eyebrows were all over the place. "But it's different for me. She must have known me because of 'Top Model'!" You are a commercial star, and I am an entertainment star."

Chris shook his head helplessly, turned over the newspaper, and inadvertently turned to the entertainment section. A bold and black headline that said "New Reality Show Talent in a Dirty Game" was particularly conspicuous.

He quietly put the newspaper away and glanced at Freya.

She was still immersed in her own joy, totally unaware of the raging world outside.

As the plane did not take off, Chris sent a few texts through his personal mobile phone.

One of them was sent to Brian.

-I'm taking Freya to Yenford. Can you handle that before Wednesday?

Brian replied with two words: No problem.

Chris assuredly shut down the phone. At this time, the landing gear left the ground and the plane took off.

Chris looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and then rest his eyes on Freya.

When they came back, he hoped that everything had settled down.

Otherwise, according to Freya's character, the real hurricane was still to come.

It was in the master bedroom of Brian's home.

Joanne was still sleepy and reached out to find Brian. However, after groping for a long time, she only caught the sheets.

She opened her eyes and found the room empty.

During this time, she woke up in Brian's arms every day. Today, she was the only one in the room. Joanne suddenly felt that everything was not right, and subconsciously got up to find Brian.

Finally, she found him in the study.

He sat behind his desk and was calling someone on some business matter. He slightly knitted his brows, looking very busy.

Brian noticed Joanne at the first time and signaled at her to come over.

Joanne did not say anything. She walked inside and just when near Brian, she was dragged onto his lap. At the same time, he hung up and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

With him, how could she not sleep well?

Joanne nodded, and she became in doubt again. "Didn't you say you're free today?"

Brian reluctantly handed the iPad to Joanne and signaled at her to watch the news.

"What?"

Joanne casually scanned the screen and saw the title. Her gaze was immediately fixed.

After reading the news, she stood up, and her face was full of shock. "How could this be? How is Freya now?"

After that, before Brian answered, she hurriedly wanted to get her phone but was stopped by Brian in time. "She's with your brother, and she is fine for now."

Joanne felt a little relived, but at the second, she did not think it would work out. "She is with my brother. If they're photographed, wouldn't they confirm the rumors?"

"Your brother took her to Yenford." Brian said, "She probably still know nothing now."

Joanne was a bit lost. "What does it mean?" When such a big thing happened, how could Freya not know?

"Your brother probably doesn't want Freya to be trapped in the scandal, so he temporarily took her our of the center of the storm." Brian comforted Joanne. "The company will handle this, and you don't need to worry."

Joanne found the post that broke the news. At present, there had been several 10,000 comments below, and most of them were bombarding Freya. She had to suspect. "Someone did this deliberately, right? Who wants to drag Freya down?"

"The people she dislikes, or other constants who are jealous of her success are all in suspion." Brian said faintly, "She is too loud and is very likely to be targeted."

Joanne's eyebrow knitted. "The final is coming soon. This kind of news could do nothing good for Freya, but she was bound to win. How to do?"

"I've already let the company make a statement." Brian said, "This thing will be handled well before your brother and Freya come back. Rest assured, you can take it as a publicity campaign for Freya, and it won't affect her grades in the game at all."

With Brian's words, Joanne was relieved.

She thought about it and suddenly laughed.

Brian lifted one strand of her long hair. "A penny for your thoughts?"

"I suddenly remembered that my brother used to be like this." Joanne said, "Although he always ignored Freya no matter how she pestered him, but if something really happened, he would take care of them. When we graduated from college, Freya got in trouble on the street. She dared not tell her parents, and finally, my brother came forward to settle it. At that time, Freya messed up with someone influential in the area, and it was quite troublesome to handle. The man said that he would kidnap Freya, so my brother settled things behind her. She walked free from the incident."

When she finished, she squinted at Brian. "How come you and my brother like to do something so touching behind people's backs?" Don't you have the same teacher?"

Brian raised his eyebrows and shunned the key point. "Something so touching? How touched are you?

"Don't try to trick me into this." Joanne poked Brian's forehead. "Never mind. When will we have the wedding?" When she spoke, anticipation was flashing at the bottom of her eyes.

"We need to prepare gowns and jewelry, and other trivial things also take time." Brian said, "It's expected to be in the first half of next year."

Joanne counted and there was still about half a year left. It was not too long, but not short either.

"Can't you wait anymore?" Brian smiled, and affectionately circled Joanne's waist with his arm.

"Yes, I can." Joanne subconsciously denied, "I just want to know what I am going to prepare."

"You only to be the bride." Brian suddenly remembered. "And, find two bridesmaids."

"Two?"

Joanne was in a dilemma. Although she knew many people, they were not so close to her. She would feel out of place in her heart if they should be her bridesmaids.

At present, the only bridesmaid that crossed her mind was Freya. In addition to Freya, she did not want to find a second person.

"Are Shen Yuchuan and Wesley your best men?" She asked.

"Yes." Brian said, "So you also need two bridesmaids."

Joanne turned around and miserably buried her head on Brian's chest. She could not find a second bridesmaid even after searching her entire memory.

However, there was still half a year left, so she would not have to hurry!