Joanne grimaced.

Could she say, it was because the scandals of Rosalyn and Brian were swirling back then? She thought they had really gotten together, and was in an extremely bad mood, even to the points she was on the verge of depair.

So when she saw in the outline, a question like "Does a female medical examiner's views on life and marriage differ from the average girl? Would this occupation bring you any issues in finding a partner?", she only replied:

I have no plans to get married.

Back then, she indeed did not want to get married. She had a job she loved and could feed herself with, family and friends for companionship, and she was happy when having alone time. Marriage... if it were not with Brian, then it seemed to be unnecessary in any case.

If she knew about her current life, she would have confessed to Brian in that interview...

Joanne concealed her flurry of emotional activity well. Just in the next instance, she had already thought of how to respond to the journalist's incisive question-

She leaned towards Brian. "Oh. At that point, I thought someone didn't want me!"

It was a sweet reprimand, or rather, she was acting flirty. Brian very naturally pulled Joanne into his embrace with a smile, and the romantic indulgence of his actions would make the romance-yearning singles envious.

Joanne was incredibly casual with her answer, which helped the chief editor to relax. She pointed to the cookies on the coffee table, "Mrs. Lambert, the auntie told me just now that you had baked these in the morning. Is baking your hobby? Or is it because Mr. Lambert likes eating snacks?"

"Um... actually he doesn't like them at all." Joanne glanced at Brian. "But it indeed is my hobby. I will surely conquer him one day!"

Joanne must be the only person who dared to say she would conquer Brian, right?

The chief editor's sharp eyes caught a flash of amusement in Brian's eyes. His gaze turned soft and fond, which was a totally different person from the cold-blooded and callous Brian often heard about.

She smiled, and ended the interview, "I had tasted them just now. It's not flattery, Mrs. Lambert, the cookies you baked are much nicer than the ones sold at bakeries. Mr. Lambert will definitely fall in love with them!"

After sending the chief editor and journalist off, Martha packed two containers of Joanne's cookies for them respectively, and said that Joanne had ordered her to do so.

After giving thanks and getting onto the car, the female journalist let her mind wander. She asked, "Chief editor, do you think Brian and Joanne are really that blissful? "Could it be like how it's written in novels, they are pretending to be happily in love but actually have separate love lives?"

"Are you trying to say that their marriage is purely political, without any foundation of love?"

"Yes yes yes!" The journalist nodded violently. "Chief editor you are so wise! That is exactly what I mean!"

"Oh you, you're still too young after all." The chief editor poked the journalist's forehead. "First, Brian does not need tricks like political marriages to strengthen his career. Secondly, their blissfulness isn't faked. You can make counterfeits of many things from eggs to cash, but love can't be faked. If you had been observant enough just then, you would have been able to tell that Joanne is very reliant on Brian, and Brian is also willing and happy to let her rely on him. He is very fond of her. Your idol Queen Han has no hope."

The female journalist got upset. "Just you wait! Who knows if the tables might turn! This aside, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!"

There was going to be a cocktail party the next night, to be held at a mansion in the suburbs as part of the magazine's prelaunch.

Guests invited to the party were interviewees of the debut issue, along with a number of other figures of the business and fashion world. The place was already swarmed with journalists, as they had received the news that Rosalyn and Joanne would be appearing that night, at the same event for the second time.

Previously at the anniversary party of Lambert Group, both of them ended up wearing the same outfit coincidentally. Rosalyn was met with such a failure at her dressing for the first time, and ended up lying low in America for a few months until the buzz died down.

It was said that, Rosalyn's team was extra careful that time. They had begun choosing outfits, customising her accessories and decided on makeup and styling since very early on, and were bent on making her triumph beautifully!

Meanwhile, Joanne was at home, feeling troubled while facing a wardrobe of gowns.

She realised only recently that, Brian and Chris both had an interest in common-buying clothes for her.

Chris liked to buy her whatever he saw which looked nice. Brian liked to find people to custom-make clothes for her. The designer's elaborate designs could only be used once, and tailored according to her measurements. He said that, being so, there would be no need to worry about ending up wearing the same outfit as others, and his wife should wear clothes which were one of a kind in the world!

Therefore, every now and then, there would be new clothing sent over. Soon, the space in the wardrobe was running out before she was aware of it. Joanne was overwhelmed, and could not decide on what to wear.

It was unknown when Brian had entered the room. He picked a knee-length light pink dress, and handed it to Joanne, prompting her to put it on.

Joanne blinked, "Why this?" To be honest, she was not very fond of pink clothing.

Brian said matter-of-factly, "I've been imagining how you would look like in this dress. Wear it for me."

Her face was warming up, but Joanne did as she was told and changed into the dress. She made a twirl before Brian, and asked in anticipation, "How is it?"

She had a naturally fair complexion, so the pink had further emphasized her dewy skin. Her slender calves were revealed; her ankles looked so delicate and frail, that they would evoke an urge in anyone to protect and care for her.

Pink hues often reminded anyone of youth. Joanne had always resembled a student who had walked out from a university campus anyway. And dressing like that made her appear even more tender and innocent. If she did not show her marriage certificate, perhaps nobody would even believe that she was married.

Brian's Adam's apple twitched. In the next instance, he took out a long, conservative-looking sky blue dress from the wardrobe. "Change."

Joanne was clueless. "Why?" She did not like pink clothing, but it did not... look bad on her.

Brian escaped her gaze, and demanded in an almost unreasonable tone, "No whys! Change!"

Joanne stared at him, vaguely making sense of the situation. She said with a smirk, "I won't change! I will wear just this!"

She dared not to listen to him?

Brian squinted with an air of threat. His gaze laid upon her red and tender lips and her fair collarbones. Every part was seduction. In an instance of desire, he had already lowered his head to kiss her.

"Unf..." Joanne was instantly pressed onto the closet door, unable to escape. A familiar breath of the man had enveloped her. She was slowly losing her mind in his kiss...

An unrestrained Brian savored every inch of her tender goodness, and had unknowingly, quietly reached the zipper of her dress. "Let's forget about going, ok?"

His kiss and his actions... they could not be more obvious.

Joanne grabbed onto Brian's necktie, her smile so innocent and coy. "But you've promised other people that you will be attending tonight."

Brian's eyes predictably grew darker. His breathing got distinctly heavier. With a feeling intertwined with love and resentment, he bit Joanne's lips, and pressed his voice. "You did it intentionally."

Joanne released his necktie, her face was only left with a look of innocence. "What was intentional? I am going to do my makeup!"

After that, she escaped to her dressing table. From the mirror, she could see that Brian's face was filled with a dangerous, possessive look. She made a mental note to herself that she would be in trouble today...

When Joanne was done with her makeup, it was just in time. The couple departed from their house. It took a half an hour car ride until stopping before the gates to a mansion which could be described as resplendent and majestic.

It was apparent that the mansion was meticulously embellished inside out. At the entrance stood tall and handsome servers. Due to the cold weather, the party was being held inside the mansion, but the garden was still beautifully, atmospherically lit. The interior of the mansion was brightly lit; melodious music filled the air constantly, accompanied with bouts of laughter and chatter.

The server jogged over to open the car for Joanne. She got off the car holding onto Brian's hand. A breeze of cold wind blew over; she could not help but shudder.

Brian helped to wrap Joanne's coat tightly around her. That scene was captured by photographers, and instantly, numerous journalists approached-

"Eh? Mrs. Lambert, your gown is really gorgeous. It doesn't seem like there is such a piece in the market. Was it specially custom-ordered for you by Mr. Lambert?"

"Mrs. Lambert, your style today is rather different from the past. Is it because Mr. Lambert likes you dressing this way?"

Joanne was so cold she could barely speak, only tightly holding onto the collar of her coat, preventing the wind from getting in. Brian hugged her, unable to break out from the crowd.

They were only able to enter the mansion after Gavin came over with security guards.

As she was handing her coat to a server, Joanne heard a cry from outside, "Rosalyn is here!"

Joanne subconsciously cast her gaze outside. An Audi stopped outside the mansion. An extravagantly dressed Rosalyn got off the car daintily, and was surrounded by journalists and cameras in an instant. She tugged onto the black coat draped over her shoulders, and patiently answered the journalists' questions one by one.

Joanne only had one question: Despite her strong aura, being merely draped with a coat should hardly shield anyone from the strong wind. Does Rosalyn... not feel cold?

Oh celebrities, they were indeed special, different from normal people.

Gavin whistled at Joanne in an attempt to have her attention back. He surveyed her. "Very pretty." There was a degree of frivolousness resembling those of the noble young masters in his tone.

As expected, Brian's chilling glare shot over instantly. A wise Gavin chose to run away. Otherwise, god knows whether he might be exiled somewhere by Brian to become a coolie.

A young man walked over, thanking Joanne for accepting their magazine interview. Joanne remembered that his surname was Benson, and had played matches with Brian before. She could not remember anything more about him, but she still greeted him warmly, and said 'don't mention it'.

"I can't not be grateful." Patrick Benson said, "If not for your willingness, I don't think I would be able to get the great President Lambert to agree. Ah, you make yourselves at home. I will go greet the media."

The media had all streamed in along with Rosalyn.

Joanne did not have the chance to take a good look just then, but at the moment she could see Rosalyn adorned in a luxurious blue dress which reached the ground. It was a sexy yet elegant design, perfectly emphasizing Rosalyn's beautiful figure yet not being overtly revealing. Her burgundy curls had been meticulously styled. When she walked in, her sight did not falter, and only nodded and smiled when she saw her acquaintances. So noble and distant.

Joanne had to admit, Rosalyn really looked like a regal queen of ancient Europe. The way she looked at people was like looking down disdainfully upon the peasantly mortals.

Among the people she knew, probably only Freya could rival Rosalyn in terms of aloofness.

"Rosalyn." The journalists seized every chance to interview Rosalyn. "Are you currently still single? Do you have plans to look for a boyfriend?"

Rosalyn very abruptly cast a quick glance at Joanne. Only a glance was all it took for the journalists to start a commotion. They highly anticipated Rosalyn's response.

"I have no plans to date or get married at the moment," Rosalyn answered smilingly. "I'll still be focusing on my showbiz career in the next few years. Actually I've been really afraid of becoming a certain type of woman: one who would spend all her days contemplating how to doll up to win her husbands' attention from work. Or to be touching the wrinkles on her face and worrying that her husband would abandon her when they grow old. I only believe that age will make me into a better person who is even more worthy of being loved."

"Rosalyn, do you mean you'll only live for yourself forever?"

"That's right." Rosalyn smiled even more confidently, and almost alluding to something. "I will not change to deliberately suit men's tastes."

"But sometimes it's better for women to be a bit softer," a journalist said. She replied, "Of course I don't mean to be weak, but to have a certain gentleness unique to feminity."

Rosalyn shrugged. "Look at my towering stature. To have me rest lovingly upon a man like a little bird would probably make me come off as an ostrich instead. I am not compatible with the gentle image."

The journalists burst into laughter.