Repaying with her body?

Joanne was shocked a bit by herself. With her head shaking as if it were a rattle, she rebuked. "Noooooooo!"

She was doomed. When on earth did she end up so degraded?

"What ?" Brian asked her comfortably.

Joanne was at a loss all of a sudden.

She would rather die than let Brian know what she was thinking about. Or the game would indeed end!

She put on a long face then and said, "Hundreds of millions is too hard for me. What on earth do, do you want me to repay with?"

Looking at her expressively, Brian quirked up the corner of his mouth and replied. "I will give you the answer in the future."

All of a sudden, Joanne felt that Brian was a hunter who had successfully trapped his prey. The reason why he was staring at his little prey tenderly was not that he had wanted to set it free, but that he was thinking over how to fully take advantage of the little prey in one time...

She was all trembling-when she was back to the office, she would definitely get even with Shawn! If not for Shawn, how could she have ended up as Brian's little prey?

After she was back to the police bureau, she saw Shawn watching some document with his long legs crossed. Joanne went over and snatched the document over. Replying with a "yoho", Shawn stared at her up and down and said, "What has Brian done to you?"

"He wants me to make compensation." Joanne told Shawn that Lambert Group had already suffered hundreds of millions' losses and then she looked at him bitterly. "It's all your fault! I had already owed him three million. And your one call ended up adding a few more zeros to the number of the debt!"

"You silly girl!" Shawn despised Joanne and replied. "For the person like Brian, he is always in charge of the initiative and he is the one who has the final say on whether the cooperation deal is done or not. He dumped the cooperation partners like this and ran to your rescue then. When he went back, he would at most apologize to his counterparts and surrender some profit or whatever, and then the whole issue would be over. As for the losses or whatever, he is just hoaxing you. And you actually believe him?"

Joanne replied confusedly and asked, "Why would he deceive me?"

"You are so silly that you can be easily hoaxed."

"Bang!"

Joanne gave Shawn a crack on his head with the documents forcibly.

Shawn opened the front camera of the mobile and said while putting his hairstyle in order. "As a matter of fact, you should owe me thanks. If it had not been me who had made the call over, shouldn't you have been able to be certain of the fact that whether Brian cared about you or not?"

Joanne thought of Brian's look when he hurried over all of a sudden. For that short moment, he lost all of his consistent elegance and calmness. Anxiety filled all over his eyes. He should be... concerned about her then.

As a matter of fact, every time when she met with a mishap, it was always Brian who came to her side in time. So were the time when she had been abducted by The Brothers of Brooks and when she was surrounded on the road by that group of high-school students.

But speaking of the fact that Brian cared about her, she always held a dreamlike sense.

It seemed that everything around had all become no true at all.

"Now what?" Shawn stared at Joanne smilingly. "Are you planning to let go of the one you have had a crush on for so many years and shift your sweet love to Brian?"

Joanne was lost for a moment and then glanced at Shawn with hate. "You are indeed such a more and more active gossip."

She went back to her seat and opened her computer, pretending to continue her report with a brave face put on. Actually, she had her mind fully stuffed with Brian, Brian, and Brian...

How could Shawn not see through Joanne's pretending? He sipped an espresso smilingly, while his eyebrows suddenly clinched together.

How damn bitter it was.

But he had been drinking espresso for so many years. How was it today that he started to consider it bitter?

On this exact day, Shawn finally was certain of something and also he was forced to give up on something.

Separated with Shawn by just one table, however, Joanne had no idea about how great the waves she had brought to Shawn's world were.

After leaving office, Joanne went back home on time. Martha, the servant came to her hurriedly.

"Young Madam, I was packing up Young Master's stuff, can you please come upstairs to see whether it is OK? I am not good at packing. It was previously Linda who had been in charge of this and it happened that Linda was taking a break today."

Following Martha into Brian's room and taking a look, Joanne found out that actually the stuff was packed really in good order, but the relative outfits were completely wrong.

She smiled and said, "Martha, please go and help me find a few transparent clothes bags. You leave this to me."

As if having seen the savior coming to earth, Martha nodded merrily and went to look for the bags.

Joanne put all the clothes in the luggage case back to the locker room and hung them up, re-matching out two business suits and one leisure suits.

The moment Brian was at the room door, he then saw Joanne coming out from the locker room with his clothes, casting them all on the bed all at once and then bending over to pack them suits by suits.

She first folded the suits nimbly and matched out the shirts with the ties. Even for the cuff and the pocket square, she even picked them out and placed them ready. She carried out every step so carefully and conscientiously that she had saved a lot of trouble for him.

The golden sunlight poured from the French windows beside her and spread out in the room soundlessly. She was quietly and attentively dealing with his clothes. The lines of her profile were clear and graceful against the sunset and her long and long eyelashes looked like fluttering butterflies while blinking. Anyone could not help getting their heartstrings tugged towards her.

Brian felt relaxed all over for no reason at all.

If every day afterward was repeated in this similar way, it seemed to be no nuisance at all.

Martha came upstairs with the bags and she saw Brian standing at the room door instantly. His expression was rarely that soft and comfortable.

For all these years, Brian was like a working machine which was powered-up for 24 hours. It seemed that he was always busy and his eyebrows were always furrowed. It was the first time that he had been that relaxed.

She glanced at Joanne inside the room again and suddenly she seemed to have understood something. Handing the bags over to Brian, she signaled him to give the bags to Joanne.

At that time, Joanne had just folded all the clothes. Still not seeing Martha come over, she urged casually while lowering her head. "Martha?"

Brian handed the bags over to Joanne. She took the bags over, put the already matched clothes into the bags, one bag for one suits. Then she placed them in the luggage case orderly. Till then did she let out a sigh of relief and stand up. She then saw Brian all of a sudden.

Her legs falling under her, she almost stumbled on the floor. Brian held her up agilely with a faint smile playing on his face. "I come back and that's all. Is it necessary for you to be that happy?"

Having not recovered from the shock, Joanne asked, "When did you come back?"

"The time when you are out holding the clothes."

It was not till Joanne thought back carefully and was certain that she had not done anything disgraceful that she let out a sigh of relief. "Martha said she was not that good at packing, then I, just helped her. Don't over-think."

In fact, she did not want to help Martha that much. She was worried that Brian would act with confusion over there or whatever others...

Brian circled her waist and cuddled her towards himself. "What would I think from your perspective? Hmm?"

Joanne strove to push backward, in order to widen the distance between Brian and herself. However, her face heated up inevitably. She replied. "How would I know what are you thinking about?"

Breaking herself from Brian's trapping quickly, she ran out of the room with her head lowered.

Looking at the little prey's figure which was like the wind, Brian's lips curled into a smile and he was in an extremely good mood.

With his flight taking off at eight o'clock, he would leave after he finished dinner. The driver was already waiting for him outside. Simon took Brian's luggage case downstairs and asked the servants to place them on the car.

It was until Joanne saw Simon and others busy preparing for Brian's departure that she started to realize the fact that Brian was leaving. While it seemed there had been something surging continuously insider her heart and her heart had been gradually emptied.

How could it end up this?

"Young Master, all is ready." Simon walked over and said, "Now you can leave for the airport."

"Okay." Brian glanced at Joanne and his little prey was looking at him too. Her crystal clear peachy eyes looked somewhat confused. It seemed that she had not figured out the situation.

He held his little prey's hands and led her outside.

It was until in the car that Joanne started to realize. "Brian, I can't go with you! I have to go to the office tomorrow!"

Brian looked at her with his eyebrows scowling. "What does sending me to the airport have to do with your work tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Joanne blinked her eyes over. She had thought Brian was going to abduct her to the U.S...

"Or, do you want to accompany me there?"

"You have overthought!" Joanne said with a solemn look, "Why should I accompany you there?"

Brian smiled and neither did he haggle over with his little prey. He simply asked her then, "Have you kept what I said at noon in your mind yet?"

"What have you said?"

Joanne was totally lost.

Regarding at noon, what she remembered the most clearly was that Brian had scared her that it was due to her that Lambert Group had suffered hundreds of millions' losses, which possibly would become her nightmare.

Squinting his eyes and wearing a dangerous look, Brian pressed on towards Joanne. "Have you really forgotten them all?"

The familiar male smell crept towards her. For a few moments, Joanne's brain was in a piece of blankness. Then her heartbeat started to lose control again.

It was until after she had been thinking for a long time that she began to remember dazzled. "You told me not to run about!"

Brian was a bit of content. "And others?"

"Others?" Joanne thought for a while and replied with a "hmm". "Are you going to remind me that I have caused hundreds of million's losses to Lambert Group and whatever others? You liar, I have known it all. You actually didn't suffer that much loss!"

"Who told you that? Shawn?"

Brian doubted that Joanne would have become clever all of a sudden.

"..."

Joanne was silent. But her expression was solemnly like acquiescence.

"You actually would believe in Shawn's words that much?" Brian pressed on towards Joanne closer for a few more distances. His look became more dangerous.

Having got nowhere to step backward, Joanne had to push Brian away. "Of course I trust what he's said, he is not that bad as you are."

Neither did Brian get angry. He clutched Joanne's hands instead. "Where on earth I am bad? Hum, point them out for me."

It was indeed vicious of him to behave like a hooligan in the current effortless way. However, where could Joanne point towards him?

She straightly pointed in an irresponsible way. "Here, here and here, you are all bad everywhere!"

"..." Brian did not say anything and stared at Joanne with a smile on his face.

Joanne was confused, Brian shouldn't have made a concession that easily. She looked at where she had pointed towards. Her face burned red like a fire instantly.

He eyes must have been blind!

She could have pointed towards his other parts and all would be good. Why did she just point at his that exact part!

Lifting up the corner of his mouth, Brian said, "Since that you had never used that part, how would you know it is bad?"

The evilness in his voice virtually could make people's heart pop out of their chest.

"I..." For her entire life, this time was the time when Joanne felt the most embarrassed. She closed her eyes and said, "Brian you go away!"

Brian looked at his little prey struggled in the corner with interest and he continued teasing her. "How about you trying it out after I am back from the business trip?"

Joanne opened her eyes and stared at Brian with her both blushed cheeks. "You are behaving like a hooligan!"

"It was you who had started it."

Joanne was speechless.

"You think back more carefully about what else I have told you." Brian smiled "gently". "If you still cannot figure it out, then I would do more than behaving like a hoodlum."

Then could he turn into an authentic hooligan?

Joanne trembled and thought over the likewise words of "Don't run around" for a long while. Then she asked uncertainly, "Come to you if I have problems?"

The look of satisfaction finally appeared on Brian's face. He asked, "Would you forget that in the future?"

Joanne shook her head hard. After such a drama, let alone in the future, never would she forget it for her entire life.

Brian stroke the little prey's head. "Good girl."

The little prey was speechless.