In the ward.

After being busy for such a long time, Joanne had lost her tiredness already and sat on the side of the bed to stay with Brian, and gave him some water with the cotton swab from time to time, or measured his body temperature with a body thermometer.

Brian had been sleeping very tightly.

In the blink of an eye, it was past three in the morning. Brian's body temperature dropped to 38 degrees after the injection. Although he was still a bit hot, it was not that serious as when they arrived at the hospital.

Having a good sleep and waking up the next day, he should be fine.

Joanne's high hanging heart finally settled, and then, a thick sleepiness surrounded her. Wearing Brian's jacket on the bedside, she soon fell into a deep sweet dream.

The moment before the consciousness was completely blurred, Joanne was confused and thought: she had to make sure to wake up before dawn, so that Brian would not discover it.

At six in the morning, the sun emerged from the horizon, and the sky in the east gradually became white-it was dawn.

Brian in the hospital bed moved his eyelashes, but did not open his eyes; he could not open them.

He couldn't tell whether he was in reality or trapped in a dream. Everything was illusory and real.

"Brian... We are divorced..."

Joanne's calm and unrelenting words continued to echo in his ears. The steering wheel in his hand suddenly lost control. The car rushed to the road, and he slammed into the steering wheel. The massive pain spread in his body...

He closed his eyes in pain, and the long darkness came in-

That week, he used his work and entertainment to numb himself. When he returned home, he never dared to drive himself.

Not because he drank alcohol, but he was afraid that he could not control the car and drive to Chris's apartment; he was afraid that he could not help but go find Joanne.

Several times, he almost madly thought: no matter what, regardless of what Joanne did, he did not want to check what she was hiding, he just wanted to take Joanne home.

No matter what method he could use, he just wanted to take Joanne home.

Fortunately, the remaining reason would suppress his crazy thoughts at a critical juncture.

He still had to find out what Joanne had concealed in the end, otherwise even if she was forced to be taken home, she would still think of way to leave and they would not return to the past.

He could bear it.

Brian really endured it, but those days, it was still many times more difficult than he had imagined.

During the day, he worked without stopping, and then went out to entertain himself in the evening and never refused the wine. He thought that alcohol could paralyze him so that he could feel nothing.

But when he opened his eyes in the morning, the emptiness in his arms always gave him the illusion that the whole world had been emptied. He escaped the dark night, but in the early morning, he could not hide.

So he could just leave home and head to the company as soon as possible, to fill his time with endless work.

Work and entertainment had been circulating with each other for a whole week; they were the only two things in his life.

Gavin persuaded him "People are not machines. If you go on like this, you will fall sooner or later."

Gavin's words became true. At the regular meeting of the previous morning, the sudden pain knocked him down. He didn't even know how he was sent to the hospital.

When he woke up, he saw the words "The Eighth People's Hospital" embroidered on the patient uniform. The first thing he thought was that a week ago, he had rushed to the place, but still couldn't stop Joanne from giving up the child.

He had also suspected of Joanne defrauding him, but the results of the investigation were clear: Joanne had personally paid the fee, and the doctor admitted that she had been given an induction surgery.

The seal of the documents he took from Joanne was complete, and the charges for the induction of labor were clearly written. The facts were real in front of him and he could not deny them.

He once wanted to dismantle the hospital; how could he be willing to stay there?

After returning home, he suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he were burning. He lay down on the bed and didn't know how long he had slept. Later, when he was half-awake, he always felt that Joanne was around.

When thinking of it, everything suddenly became very real. He even felt that he had heard Joanne's voice. She said that she would send him to the hospital...

Brian suddenly opened his eyes, and everything that caught his eye was not too strange-he was actually sent to a private hospital.

So-was Joanne's voice a reality or a dream?

Just thinking, Brian suddenly noticed the strangeness in his hand-as he was holding something, he couldn't be more familiar with the feeling.

He suddenly turned to look at the bedside-Joanne lay in front of him with her eyes closed, the long and thick eyelashes were like butterflies flying. Her black long hair was scattered on the white sheets, like the splash of ink inadvertently becoming a flower.

Brian's pupils shrank abruptly, and his eyes stared at the familiar face for a long time, and finally dared to believe that it was Joanne.

It was not an illusion; it was really her.

How long had she not been so quietly beside him?

When he got out of bed and held up Joanne, Brian discovered how light his movements were, just like the person in his arms was a sleeping butterfly. He had to be careful and he had to look at her intently, so that she would not suddenly wake up and fly away from him.

Joanne went to sleep when the sun was about to come up. Although she thought that she had to wake up before the sun rose, she still overestimated herself and returned to her familiar arms. She almost subconsciously buried her head in Brian's arms with a comfortable posture-just like the way she slept in the past.

Lu paused his movements and looked at Joanne. The heart back from the chilly days, which was like ice and snow, quickly melted and became soft...

Before the dawn on winter days, the coldness was very heavy. Joanne lay face down on the bed with only a coat on her. At that moment, her hands and feet were cold. When she lay down on the bed, she sneaked under the quilt like a small hamster, only letting her head outside. Her breathing was long and soft, clearly she was having a very good sleep.

Brian lay down beside her and watched her familiar face in her sleep.

He knew that Joanne had been living in Chris's apartment during that time. That was why he was relieved, because Chris would take good care of her.

It seemed that Chris did not let him down; at least Joanne did not seem to have lost weight when he held her up.

She was living well during her time away from him.

Brian was gratified and a bit angry.

He didn't eat and sleep, but everything was normal with her?

Was it because she was born to be so light-hearted, or did she... really not love him?

Brian suddenly felt angry, and before he couldn't help but wake Joanne up, she suddenly turned over and leaned into his arms; her slim arms wrapped around his waist tightly, then sighed comfortably, like an ostrich finally finding a safe harbor.

Brian's anger was extinguished by her easily.

Rather than saying that Joanne had a way, it was better to say that Brian had no limits on the tolerance for her. Unless his temperament changed greatly, he would not be able to lose his temper to Joanne.

Brian sighed with relief and gently put Joanne into his arms.

At that time, the phone hanging near the bed suddenly rang.

One of the characteristics of that private hospital was that it paid great attention to protecting the privacy of patients. All of them were in single-person wards. Before doctors and nurses entered the ward, it was generally inconvenient to call outside the ward.

Brian's ward was originally quiet with only Joanne's shallow breathing sound. The bell suddenly made a big fuss, Brian subconsciously looked at Joanne in his arms; fortunately it did not wake her up.

He quickly picked up the phone before it rang a second time, and soon he heard the nurse's voice, "Mr. Lambert, are you convenient now? We have to go in and help you to measure your body temperature."

"No," Brian's voice was low and cold as he spoke, "before I go out, no one is allowed to come in."

After that, he hung up the phone and Joanne in his arms slept soundly and calmly.

Brian touched Joanne's hands, which were still cold, so he simply wrapped them around, looking at her for a while, and slowly closed his eyes.

Since she left, he had never slept so soundly.

Joanne also slept very well.

After moving to Chris's apartment, she always woke up very early. In the half hour before waking up, she was still confused and had all kinds of strange dreams.

It had been a long time since she slept that much. It was as if she had received a full body massage; every cell in her body was comfortable and satisfying.

However, it seemed that something was wrong?

Yesterday, she went back to the Prime Villas to get the documents and found Brian lying at home with a fever. Then she and Gavin sent him to the hospital. She planned to leave before dawn, but what time was it?!

Joanne broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly opening her eyes-Brian's familiar face came into view.

She almost took a subconscious breath, her beautiful eyes goggled, and she didn't dare to breathe loudly.

It was fine if she didn't wake up before dawn, but she actually climbed to Brian's bed!

Even if she climbed on his bed, she was holding Brian!!!

She was in a mess for a long time, so she forced herself to calm down.

It was a fact that she had climbed up to Brian's bed and held him. She couldn't change the history of tragedy. The only thing she could do was... to run!

Otherwise, when Brian woke up, she didn't even know how she would explain it to him, just letting her be an ostrich.

Thinking about it, Joanne had pulled her hand out of Brian's palm and carefully opened the quilt.

Brian was naturally alert; she had to be very careful, or he would find out that she was going to run. He might break her leg if he was angry.

First she moved the foot out of the bed-although her posture would be very strange, but that step was very successful, Brian did not notice.

Then she should pull herself out of his arms. That was the most dangerous step. Joanne bit her teeth and every movement of hers was careful.

When she finally sat up, she felt that her whole body was exhausted.

However, without awakening Brian, that invested strength was not in vain.

Joanne put on her shoes quietly. She looked back at Brian, pressed down her reluctance, then got up and left.

At that time, a hand was pressed on her shoulder, and the familiar force was full of threats.

Brian!

Joanne took back a breath and hurriedly got up, trying to sneak away. Brian had already seen through her intentions and pulled her shoulders back. She fell heavily on the bed and looked straight at his eyes.

Joanne's scalp was numb, and her breath was almost stagnant...

She was regretting it. She should have gone back after sending Brian to the hospital the day before.

She was soft to Brian, while he didn't seem to act in the same way to her...