The air pressure in the carriage suddenly plummeted, and Brian's beautiful facial features were shrouded with a layer of haze.

Joanne suddenly felt that a storm was coming, and grabbed Brian's hand. "I am fine. Moreover, the little boy has been detained."

Brian's face was still gloomy and cold.

Detention-it was nothing for him.

Joanne knew that Brian would not give up easily. She had to say, "I don't want to make this thing a big deal. Forget it, okay?"

She had been a transparent person for more than 20 years, and she had long been accustomed to being free to do whatever she wanted. Since being exposed and married to Brian, she was always reported about on the entertainment edition, and some people who knew nothing about her had commented about her as if they had seen her through...

Although it did not affect her life, it was enough to cause her resentment.

If the matter was exposed, Rosalyn's fans would probably only clap their hands and scream for it.

Brian called Gavin to check the whole thing.

He was very efficient. He called back in less than fifteen minutes to say, "The little boy was just a huge fan of Rosalyn. They believed in some so-called breaking news on the Internet, thinking that Rosalyn's departure from Lambert Group was forced, and he was too irrational. There is no one behind the act. At present he was detained by the police; what... what do we need to do?"

Brian looked at Joanne and said, "Nevermind."

"Never-?" He specially asked him to check, and then just 'nevermind'?

Gavin was also smart. He immediately understood that Joanne was not willing to make a big deal out of it so he smiled. "Well, listen to sister-in-law!"

Brian hung up the phone, but still looked serious and nervous, so Joanne leaned over and smiled at him. "You forgot what I do?" saying, proudly raising her elegant chin, "it's just a small mouse, it's not good enough for us to practice and learn from the autopsy!"

"..." Brian finally erased his worries and put a smile on his face.

Joanne felt relieved.

Back at home, there were two strange young women sitting on the sofa in the living room; blond, white and high nosed-real Europeans.

"The two ladies are the assistants of Mr. Jessie."

With the introduction of Simon, they stood up and waved to Joanne, speaking very standard English, "Mrs. Lambert, hello. Mr. Jessie is designing a wedding dress for you, we need you to take some measures."

Joanne looked at Brian with some incredulity. "Is Mr. Jessie, Jessie David?"

Though she knew nothing about fashion, she still knew who Jessie David was.

In the words of Freya, he was the most dreamy wedding dress designer in the world. The three conditions necessary for a perfect wedding were: the groom was the favorite person, the bridesmaids were the best of friends, and the wedding dress was from the hands of Jessie David.

Even Rosalyn, a front-line actress who was like a duck to water in the fashion world, had personally called Jessie David to design a wedding dress for herself. At the time when the media reported the news, there were countless people who speculated that Rosalyn was going to marry Brian.

It was usually difficult to ask favor from big celebrities, not to mention Jessie David. It was said that he refused the Hollywood superstar in public. Just because he didn't like the appearance of the actress, not to mention that oriental people would be less likely to call him. Such was the reason for Joanne's surprise.

Brian looked pretty calm. "Who else it should be?"

In shock, Joanne followed the design assistant to the room upstairs, to take the measurements.

Joanne learned from the assistant that the dresses for when she takes pictures and several wedding dresses to be used for weddings, as well as the dresses to be used before and after the wedding, wold all be designed by Jessie. He would not take any orders until he had designed all the ceremonial gowns and the other dresses for her.

"Mrs. Lambert, it has never happened before," assistant said to Joanne while measuring her arms. "Mr. Jessie originally only promises to design a wedding dress, but after accidentally seeing your photo, he offered to take charge of all the designs!"

Before Joanne had time to say anything, another assistant suddenly mentioned Rosalyn, "You have a famous female star here, Han... Oh, Rosalyn! In the past few years, she wanted Mr. Jessie to help her design a wedding dress to take photos, but Jessie refused!"

Joanne was stunned. "At the time, Miss Rosalyn wanted a wedding dress designed only to take pictures?"

"Yeah," said the assistant, "she doesn't have a boyfriend. What can she do in addition to taking pictures in a wedding dress?"

Joanne was sad and happy at the same time.

At that time, she saw the news that Rosalyn wanted to design a wedding dress. Her first reaction was the same as that of many people. Rosalyn and Brian were finally about to be together.

After thinking about it, that was just a means for Rosalyn to maintain her exposure and topicality. Letting out the old tricks that seem to be unreal, and detonating the outside discussion.

She was sad about it for many days!

After measuring all the sizes, Joanne sent the design assistants downstairs. The assistant took the initiative to explain to Brian, "Mr. Lambert, Mr. Jessie said that he will send the design drafts to you as soon as he makes a satisfactory proposal.

"Thank you." Brian let Simon send the assistant to leave.

Joanne was in a good mood and ran over to hold Brian's hand. "Are you sure you don't want me to help with the wedding?"

Brian took care of everything, and he said that what she only had to do was to be his bride. But right then, Joanne was worried that he would be too busy to manage that.

"I do need your help," Brian said, "to not mess up."

Joanne pouted, as if she would only mess up!

"But-" She smiled at Brian. "I really thought about messing up at your wedding!"

Brian raised his eyebrows and there was danger in his tone, "Fill me in."

"What am I supposed to do if I saw you marry someone who's not me? Saying 'I wish you happiness?" Before Brian said anything, Joanne said in stress, "I can't do it!"

Brian felt happy and pulled the little moster into his arms. When the weather gets warmer next year, we will hold a wedding.

Joanne stayed in his arms, and her lips unknowingly raised to show a smile, as if she had seen the long grass in the coming year, and the warm sunny days.

But when she looked outside, she only saw the snow fluttering outside the window.

Joanne's eyes lit up and excitedly grabbed Brian's hand. Honey, it's snowing!

Because of the cold, Joanne didn't like winter very much, but she liked snow.

When the night was about to arrive, the snow fell and she would snuggle in the warm blanket. The next day, she could see the snow on the branches and under the eaves. The whole world was covered with silver and white.

Brian held Joanne's hand as if he knew already that it would snow today. "Go out and see."

The two walked outside. The lights in the garden just blinked and then lit up, making the falling snow especially clear. Joanne reached out. There were a few snowflakes falling on her palm and fingertips, but as soon as the cold wind blew, it immediately melted away, but left the fingertips the same feeling of cold knife cutting.

She refused to retract her hand and was lost in her memories. "I looked forward to snow when I was young, and I wore gloves and scarves that my mother gave us when it was snowing. I would play snowballing with my brother and my neighbor's children. When we got tired, we would go home to have sweet soup that my mother had just cooked for us."

In the blink of an eye, the mother had left her for almost ten years.

She had never played in a snowball fight, and she had never had such a sweet soup since then.

Brian didn't say anything, just wrapping Joanne's cold little hand into his, and Simon came out of the room, saying, "Young master, Young Madam, dinner is ready."

Back to the restaurant to sit down, Joanne found that in addition to dinner at the dinner table, there was also a small pot of sweet soup. The materials were extremely common, not some valuable tonics, but it was the sweet soup that her mother liked, and it was the sweet soup that she usually drank when she was a child.

Joanne looked subconsciously at Brian with her eyes filled with surprises. Brian said lightly, "In the morning, your brother saw the weather forecast and called me."

Joanne tasted a sweet soup, and the sweetness spread from the tongue to the heart.

She did lose some, but she also had a lot.

However, before the last moments of her life, she did not know whether she would lose her only happiness in front of her eyes; at the current moment of his life, since she had lost her mother.

That was the first winter snow; it was heavy and people couldn't just ignore it. The people walking on the street had stopped to look up and reached for the falling snow. For a time, the streets were full of excitement.

Such weather was suitable for unsolicited transactions.

A car parked at the entrance of the club, and a woman in a coat with sunglasses and half-wrapped herself got off of a car. Even if the closest person couldn't even recognize her.

She went straight to a private room on the fourth floor and took off her sunglasses to reveal her beautiful big eyes.

Rowdy in the private room had been waiting for a long time, and asked the woman in his arms to leave and made a "please" gesture to Rosalyn. "Sit."

As soon as she was seated, Rosalyn suddenly felt uncomfortably sleepy, and yawned with her hand covering her mouth.

She didn't know if there had been too many things happening recently. She often felt like this in the past few days, tired for no reason, but once she smoked, the feeling disappeared.

Rowdy glanced at her, and he seemed to smile in an impercetible way.

Looking closely, the smile was cold like the snow outside the window.

Rosalyn subconsciously opened the bag to find cigarettes, but found that the cigarette case was empty. Looking at Rowdy, she asked, "Can you ask someone to buy me a pack of cigarettes?

"What's the problem?"

Rowdy asked someone to do so, and soon had cigarettes brought in, which were of the brand that Rosalyn used to smoke.

She lit one up and took a puff. Rosalyn raised her eyebrows-something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

She extinguished the cigarette, yawning time and time again, followed by a very uncomfortable feeling.

Everything seemed to be within Rowdy's expectations. He handed Rosalyn a cigarette and said, "Miss Rosalyn, care to try this one?"

Rosalyn dismissed it. "I only smoke one kind of cigarette."

Just like you only drink a brand of mineral water? Rowdy smiled and said, trust me, you will like this.

"You must have the feeling of 10,000 ants biting your bones now. If you don't want to be more uncomfortable, just smoke the cigarette I'm giving you."

If that was the case, and if she still couldn't notice anything, she was not Rosalyn.

She stared at Rowdy with her cold and sharp look. "What did you add to my cigarettes!?"

"I said, I need to guarantee that you will not betray me in any circumstance," Rowdy lit a cigar and leaned back comfortably, like a dark emperor who was strategizing. "I don't trust anyone. Unless that person is fully controlled by me."