It was not until a while later that Joanne dropped off the phone. She drifted into the kitchen confusedly and took the food ingredients which would be utilized out from the refrigerator. Rolling her sleeves up, she began to deal with these ingredients.

Simon told Brian that Joanne was in the kitchen. He walked to the door of the kitchen questioningly and saw Joanne processing a chub.

"Bang"! Beating the chub to faintness nimbly, she cleared off the scales carefully, cut open the side face and took out the visceral. Via a few cuts, she separated the head and the tail, also the fish bones and the fish flesh successfully. The entire set of motion was natural and spontaneous. It was possible that the fish-mongers in the market could not beat her when it came to the nimbleness.

After that, she cut the fish flesh into the thin fillet, putting the left head, tail and fish bone into a small clean bowl for backup.

From beginning to end, her small and white-skinned face was filled with peacefulness and earnestness. She acted carefully and neatly as if she were carrying out some important task. While looking at her, instead of associating her with "bloodiness" this word, he thought... this little girl was actually pretty attractive when she began acting conscientiously.

It was not after Joanne was done with the pickled fish fillet that she noticed Brian's presence. As soon as she randomly glanced back, she saw him standing at the kitchen door leisurely and happily. Miraculously, his gaze was not as indifferent as before.

However, this world was actually that unfair. How could there exist someone who would still show an aura of gorgeousness and indolence just standing there casually?

In order not to betray her accelerating heart beating, Joanne said solemnly, "Wait, rest assured that your tongue will definitely get an unprecedented treat!"

Brian raised his brow. He had thought Joanne would give other parts of his body a treat.

"Let's make a deal at first. If I am not content, then it does not count." He replied.

"Of course you will not be content." Joanne smiled brightly, "You will only be-EXTREMELY CONTENT!

Besides professional knowledge, Joanne was most confident in her own skill of cooking.

Brian quirked up the corners of his mouth. The sense of expectation lurked in his heart.

One hour later, Joanne finally got the dinner ready.

A pot of bouillabaisse, a plate of lamb chops withepper sauce, a plate of prawns and mango salad, two bowls of Creamy Scallop and Mushroom Soup.

All the dishes were just ordinary home-cooked meals. For the bouillabaisse, this dish sent out the fresh fragrance exclusive to marine fish. The white and tender fish flesh crooked a bit, which showed how fresh the fish flesh would be. It could be seen that the taste would definitely be smooth, tender and tight. The light green basilic and the bloody red cherry pepper were embellished on top, which made a strong color contrast to the creamy white fish soup. The look of bouillabaisse was pretty amazing. While for the other two dishes, they were somewhat mild and delicate. However, they were also colorful, aromatic and delicious, which would greatly arouse people's appetite.

"Let's eat". Joanne put down her rolled-up sleeves and was highly confident.

Brian had a sip of the Creamy Scallop and Mushroom Soup which was of strongly fresh fragrance. And it tasted just perfect.

It was more delicious than he had imagined.

Joanne sat on the opposite side of him and looked at him while biting the fork, anticipation spreading all over her face. He closed his mouth tightly and responded, "The soup was great."

Knowing Brian had got a picky taste, Joanne got a great sense of accomplishment upon hearing him saying that. She passed him a piece of fish smoothly and said, "The chef said that it was a marine fish which had been freshly caught. It was fresh and the fish flesh tasted good.

Actually not only did Brian have a picky taste, but also he got mysophobia. So he never ate the dish passed over by other people.

The fillet in the plate was crystal shiny. He instead thought of the look of Joanne biting the fork a moment ago. The exquisitely-crafted fork which were bitten by her delicate teeth and touched by her tongue point stuck tightly with her soft-pinky lip... For the fillet she passed over, he should have disfavored it.

But deep inside his heart... he did not hold the sense of rejection at all.

Joanne was also confused. Over these past days, she had always been serving out soup and porridge for Brian. Once a use, forever a custom. She passed him over the dish hastily, which should have been disfavored by the sort of person like him.

She reached her fork over embarrassingly, intending to retrieve the fillet, all of a sudden-

"Bang-"

Her fork were stuck by that of Brian's.

"You actually want to retrieve something you have already passed over to other people?" Fetching up the fillet, Brian put it leisurely into his mouth. The motion of his chewing looked elegant and enchanting.

Joanne looked at him confusedly and asked, "Brian, it is that...there is my...on my fork."

"Saliva?" Brian raised the corner of his mouth as if he were doing some charity and replied, "I don't mind."

Out of nowhere, Joanne's heartbeat which just calmed down started to accelerate all of a sudden.

Why didn't he care? Only people who were close to each other would not give a damn about it. But they... were only a couple who were playing their roles.

But, it might be possible that because the fillet she had cooked was very delicious.

Joanne was greatly relieved at the thought and she continued her own dinner happily.

Simon stood beside and watched, smilingly slightly--For the dishes passed over by Madam, Brian even finished them reluctantly, however, he actually finished the dishes passed over by Joanne. He definitely should tell Madam that!

After finishing this meal, Brian indescribably got the sense of satisfaction and enjoyment.

Moreover, he found out that the sense of satisfaction was not that bad.

Joanne gazed at Brian expectantly, "How is it, does this enjoyment count or not?"

"If you promise that you will be in charge of all the dinner in following days, then it does count."

Brian sat there leisurely. However, his posture was one which could get hold of the whole situation.

"Then wouldn't it mean that you would enjoy yourselves by multiple times?" Joanne shook her head resolutely, "I refuse it."

She then added another line after some pause, "Unless I will be paid."

Brian was somewhat surprised, "Do you lack money?"

"My annual salary is just ten thousand. You have thought I am rich?"

The time when she was at college, it was exactly at a time when Chris was having the most difficulties. She was always trying not to spend Chris's money. After her graduation, she already had formed this habit and she even refused Chris's funding completely. She could only afford her daily spending with her moderate salary. Recently she laid her eye on a camera lens which would cost her eight months' salary. She was just in short of money.

Brian quirked up the corner of his mouth and presented a price tag which ordinary people could not say no to, "Twenty thousand one month with payment in advance."

Never had Joanne felt that she had such a crush on Brian, "Deal and done!"

Brian handed over Joanne a card. While Joanne promised solemnly, "I will be definitely responsible and dutiful over these two years. I will get every day's dinner perfectly ready."

It was the first time that Brian had seen such an obedient and docile Joanne. He rubbed her hair and said, "You are such a good girl."

Then he rose up and went upstairs with these words. A satisfying smile seemed to be looming up around the corner of his mouth. Staring at his back, Joanne always felt that it seemed something was wrong.

However, the deal of dinner was reached at last. She could afford the camera lens!

Joanne wanted to keep it a secret from Iris that she had been viciously searched online. However, a great sensation had caused online the moment her information was exposed and multiple media covered the issue of her being surrounded. In the end, this issue could not be concealed successfully. After knowing the whole going-on, Iris was shocked so badly that her heart almost broke out. She made a call hurriedly.

It was Simon who picked the call up. He hurriedly reassured Iris. "It was fine already. Young Master made it in time and took Young Madam in time. Madam, I was just intending to give you a call."

Iris, "What is wrong?"

"Young Madam prepared and cooked Young Master the dinner on her own today!" Simon automatically left out the deal of dinner between the sweet couple and only reported the happy news, "Young Madam also served out Young Master some dishes and Young Master actually finished it! I think their relationship is getting better and better!"

Iris felt rather pleased. She was still smiling after she dropped the call. While walking by the room which Brian had lived at his childhood, she smoothly pushed the door open and walked in.

Mother knows her son well. It went back to the Saturday when Brian was sitting in the room and looking at a picture. At first, she doubted it was his father's photo that he was looking at, but Brian placed the photo reversely on purpose in the end. It seemed that he did not want her to see the person in the photo.

She should not have peeped into his son's privacy. But now-she could not refrain her own curiosity.

She opened the box and took the photo out, turning the photo over carefully. Then she smiled-

It was not his father in the photo, instead, it was a young and beautiful girl.

The doubting she had always been holding was testified.

Iris had a pretty sound sleep that night.

The next day.

Joanne knew that she had not been able to conceal the whole thing, so she had been fully prepared before going to the police bureau. As expected, she was besieged the moment she went into the office.

"Joanne, you are not loyal enough. If you had not been exposed by someone yesterday, till when were you going to keeping us in the darkness?" After finishing the complaint, the female colleagues asked curiously, "But, how does it feel to have a super-super-super tall, handsome and rich husband?"

Joanne was well acquainted with these people and said, "Let's go to Moonlit Dine, my treat."

Moonlit Dine was a time-honored restaurant which was of hundreds of history. They offered all the most authentic delicacies in Arlington. As expected, the people in the office all exclaimed out and left all their questions behind.

At last, Captain Turner announced solemnly, "Joanne, we had all made an agreement after discussion. Starting from today, we will transform ourselves from being Rosalyn's fans into on-lookers, we are all against Rosalyn now!"

Joanne was at a loss slightly. Captain Turner continued his talking, "You don't need to overthink. We think that it is of no use to us to carry on being Rosalyn's fans. However, if we follow you, we can also enjoy the delicious food of Moonlit Dine. Of course, we are not silly. You have our support certainly!"

Actually, Joanne knew that Captain Turner was doing this to stop her from being embarrassed. After all, they were Rosalyn's fans and she was at an adversary relationship with Rosalyn.

Freya had asked her why didn't she choose to be a glorious surgeon in a hospital and why did she choose to deal with the corpses instead. Now she could give out her answer: She favored every cute person of this team.

"Oh yes, Joanne, should we help you look into whom had exposed your information?" asked Captain Turner.

Shaking her head, Joanne replied, "No need."

She knew whom it was.

As for how to deal with her, there was still a long time ahead. People would feel most painful at the time when they felt relaxed. She was in no rush.

Due to the fact that Iris and Chris both had exerted their pressure secretly, the girl who led the siege was not able to be saved out by her father. So the parents of the girl had to come to Joanne and appeal to her mercy.

Joanne said no. It was hard to say that it was not due to the parents' indulgence that the girl ended up being that ill-mannered. This time, she would count it as a lesson for the little girl.

At noon, Joanne and her colleagues in the vice squad went to Moonlit Dine merrily.

While Gavin and Brian invited their partners to discuss things in Moonlit Dine. When they are walking by the public area, the familiar figure popped into Brian's eyes.

She was sitting with a bunch of colleagues around a table. The pear blossoms which looked like snow were blossoming behind her. The spring sunshine crept through the pear blossoms and stopped behind her by accident. With that setting off, her skin was as white as snow and her smiling face was as beautiful as a flower.

His somewhat disturbed heart was calmed down by her look, however...

So many of them came together. Why it happened that she was sitting beside Shawn?

Seeing Brian stop, their business partners asked confusedly, "Mr. Brian, what happened to you? If you do not want to sit in the private room, we can change it over here. The pear blossoms in the yard were nice."

"No need. You come upstairs first."

Brian walked forward straightly. While Gavin took their partners to the private rooms located on the second floor first.

Having been brought to Moonlit Dine for a few times by Chris, Joanne thought constantly of a few delicate foods here. She was now closing her eyes and ordered dishes, "Roasted pork, fillet a la Duchesse, curry beef..."

Brian walked behind Joanne soon. His aura was so strong that almost other people noticed him at the very first moment, except Joanne. She was still ordering dishes and her colleagues had to remind her:" Joanne!"

"Belgian stewed chicken, fried liver with cream sauce..."

"Joanne!!"

"Braised cabbage rolls, prawn souffle..."

Brian's hands covered Joanne's shoulder and said, "You should let others order dishes now."

Joanne opened her eyes- So weird, how could she hear Brian's voice? Moreover, why the way others looked at her was so peculiar?