They arrived at the airport soon. The driver took Brian's luggage to check in and while Joanne slumped inside the car, not willing to get off.

If she got off the car to see him off, it would seem that she was reluctant to let Brian go. She would definitely not get off the car!

Standing outside the car door and staring at Joanne with his eyes squinted, Brian did not say any words. However, Joanne felt somewhere chilling in her back inexplicably. Finally, she got off the car obediently.

"Do good in the end!" Joanne thought.

Holding her hands tightly, Brian walked towards the VIP Channel.

People were hurrying to and forth in the airport. From the elder lady whose age was over 60 to the sweet little girl less than 4 years old, they all looked at Brian affectionately the moment they saw him. Their eyes were both filled greatly with pinky light. However, when it came to Joanne who was beside him, their looks all turned into heated murderous ones instantly.

Joanne deemed herself so innocent. It was indeed Brian who had dragged her inside...

With the checkpoint drawing more and more closer, Joanne suddenly felt somewhat melancholy while looking at the men and women who said goodbye to their lovers with their eyes dimmed with tears.

This time he would leave for seven days. It was neither long nor short, however, it would be long enough to cause a storm of waves or whatever else.

Seeing Joanne going absent-minded, Brian scowled his eyebrows, dragged her upfront and warned her once again. "Don't run around, don't meet with Steven alone."

Joanne nodded and replied. "I do remember them."

She was all obedient and tamed. But, the more she acted out like that, the more anxious Brian felt.

He didn't believe that Joanne would be that obedient and do as what she'd been told.

Joanne felt somewhat uncomfortable by his staring and she blinked her eyes. "Don't act it like it was separation and death. You go aboard for 7 days and that's all."

Brian smiled pleasantly. "Did you secretively calculate them out?"

Joanne tilted her head. "Brian, you definitely didn't know the fact that I had always been ranked at the first place in mathematics!"

Did she need to secretively calculate them out? She didn't even need to do the calculation, OK?

Brian quirked up the corner of his mouth and suddenly held the back of her head tightly. No sooner did Joanne feel lost all at once than the warm and soft sense of touch was spread between her eyebrows.

For this exact instant, it seemed that there had been a jolt of electricity current creeping through her body. She could barely react at all.

"Wait for me till I come back."

With his deep and charming voice, Brian was like a beautiful whirlwind which was rotating on and on in front of Joanne. Feeling herself being almost absorbed in, Joanne nodded her head confusedly.

Brian smiled, let go of her hands and went through the checkpoint.

Till the time when Joanne fully snapped out of it, Brian had gone far away. Looking at his figure, she shuddered suddenly.

It was too horrible. In that instant a moment ago, it seemed that she had been drugged by Brian. If Brian had said "Give me your heart" at that time, she would supposedly have consented without any hesitation.

No, no, it could not go on in this way!

On her way back, Joanne gave Freya a call. The moment when she was put through, the deafening dance music and men's noise poured into her ears first. She frowned and asked, "Freya, where are you?"

"Ba-bar!" Freya howled excitedly over the phone. "Why did you have time to call me? Usually at this time, should you not be dating with your Mr. Brian in a romantic atmosphere?"

There was something wrong with Freya's voices. She appeared to be too excited.

Joanne suddenly had a presentiment of trouble in her head and asked, "Which bar are you in? And with whom?"

"Travis, the one who danced with me together on that day when you got married. He now was my buddy!" Freya could not even utter a word out clearly, "I'm at 'Muse', are you coming over?"

With a sound of "bang", Joanne could not hear Freya's voice anymore. What she heard instead was Freya coughing heavily by fits and a few men beside her calling out. "All would be like this for the first time! You would be fine next time!"

She hung up the phone. "Winston, drive me to the 'Muse' Bar on Cedarcrest Street."

"But, Young Madam..."

Obviously, Brian had exhorted Winston with something. His face showed signs of reluctance.

"My friend had an accident there. I was just seeking her out and I won't put you on the spot." Joanne said very rashly, "If you don't drive me over, and then drop me off at the front and I will order a car instead."

Winston dared more not to drop Joanne off here and he had to say, "Young Madam, I will drive you over, but I have to follow behind you."

Joanne nodded. "OK. Could you drive faster?"

She was really concerned about Freya.

Ever since her falling for Chris, not only did Freya learn drinking in the bar, but also she mastered the wine buying and drinking adeptly. Judging from her voice a moment ago, she seemed to have learned something new whatsoever.

For Freya, she actually was afraid of pain and death. Moreover, she held passions for beauty. Unless her heart was shattered completely, never would she go for the wine buying and drinking to harm herself.

She played it to such extent this time. Something must have happened between Chris and her again.

Joanne was right to the point.

Two hours ago, World Garden Hotel-

It was after Freya had been sitting in the room idly for a half day that the pressing doorbell started to go off. Travis signaled her to open the door.

She gave Travis a hard look and loosened the bathrobe on her body. Pulling her hair into a messy status, she then pulled the door open lazily. "Lady, who are you looking for?"

There was a girl standing outside the door that was petite but with delicate features. Carrying a Chanel bag in her hands, she asked, "Is Travis inside?" Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Oh, he is taking a shower now." Freya turned her head lazily and shouted. "Travis, someone is looking for you, a beauty."

The girl cried and shouted backward with her misty eyes. "Sis! You come and have a look!"

A woman walked over. Freya uttered out a "fuck" in her heart quietly.

What the fuck, to her surprise, the cousin of Travis's girlfriend was actually Chris's girlfriend, the woman who had worn the suits of Dior to an exceedingly fascinating extent in the bar, the one who had leaned on Chris and whispered to him intimately.

It was doomed and over. The game now was out of control.

But since that she had agreed to help Travis fabricate the impression that they two had already booked a room to get rid of his little girlfriend, she could only brace herself to go on.

The cousin was calm. "Lily, let it go. He is indeed having an affair now. Men like this aren't worthy of your heart."

Lily was not willing to accept that. She lifted her hands and intended to hit Freya.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Freya closed the door lightly and pinched Lily's hands tightly between the door and the frame. "Little girl, don't act rashly. If anything happens to you, I won't take responsibility. Keep calm and talk things out!"

"You are shameless!" Lily called out her names loudly while bursting into tears. "Travis is my boyfriend and you still hook up with him. You are such a shameless couple!"

Freya smiled. "Why does it matter if you are together? As long as I like him, I would still move in on him even if you were married. Little girl, you are so fragile. You better go home and find a dummy."

Lily shouted and pushed the door forcibly, "Travis! Travis! You get out!"

It was also horrible of the little girl to explode like this way. Even Freya could not hold her back. For a few times, the door was almost pushed open by her. Freya then pushed it back desperately. Then unconsciously she saw Chris standing a little way off.

She was over. She was indeed doomed this time.

With Freya forgetting to exert herself, Lily pushed the door open right away. The hard door plank hit on her forehead. But she just could not feel anything at all.

Travis glared. "Freya, you being that high, is it just wasting away? Where is your strength?"

Lily rushed in at this time and lifted up her hands, intending to give Freya a slap. Seeing Freya not responding at all, Travis thought she had been hit into foolishness and came over to catch Lily's hands straightly. Then he pushed the little girl away relentlessly.

Lily was incredulous. "Travis, you..."

"You and I were no more than playing games." Travis totally didn't take Lily seriously at all. "That night when I took you to book a room, I had said the same words to you and you also promised that you would never haunt me later on. Then what is it now you acting in this way?"

"Lily, have you seen him through yet? He is totally a scum." The cousin was agitated. She dragged Lily away. "Don't you keep him in mind in the future and you will not see him again!"

The sobbing Lily was dragged into the elevator. Still, Freya was not responding at all. It was till then that Travis found her staring at the man outside the door.

That man was Chris who was widely known to the whole Arlington. For all these so many years, is it Chris that Freya had been falling head over heels for?

Travis got some interest. He stepped back and looked on.

Chris walked over. "Freya, I thought you were just unprincipled. Never did I think you even don't have your bottom line."

Freya shook her head and intended to explain something, only to hear Chris sneer. "You can fall for someone and book a room to sleep with some other else at the same time?"

"It's enough." Travis could not bear it anymore and came forward to drag Freya back. Before he could say further, Chris already had taken a swing at him and hit right at his cheek.

"Bang-"

Chris forced one line out from the split between his teeth. "This is for Lily."

"Fuck!"

Travis clenched his fist and burst forward with his eyes burning. Neither did Chris step back. His eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce. Freya knew him too well. It was a signal of fighting to the end.

Freya hugged Travis without any hesitation. "No, let it go. Travis, let's just forget it, alright?"

Her eyes were already burning red. This was the first time that Travis had seen her imploring with someone bitterly. Her slight shoulders were trembling slightly. Though she was 5.67 feet high, she looked so desperate and helpless.

Her cowardice made Travis furious. He dragged her back to the room and closed the room door with a bang.

Finally, as if having lost all of her strength, Freya collapsed on the floor. Tears ran down drop by drop. The position where her heart had been was so cold as if it had been covered by snow.

"What are you crying for?" Travis extracted a tissue out to wipe her face clean. "I have not settled with you yet. What do you mean by forbidding me to hit him back? Should I be beaten by him in vain?"

"..." Freya dried her tears and burst into laughter suddenly.

"Freya, you can't do this." Travis was pissed off. "You can't do me wrong simply because you like him, can you?"

"Come on." Freya gave Travis a despising look. "Are you still wronged after that delicately pretty little girl had been sleeping with you for one night? He has practiced close quarters combat before and you are not his opponent. I am doing this for the sake of you!"

"I don't give a damn about it!" Travis touched the corner of his lip and grimaced in pain, "You have to make it up to me."

"I will buy you drinks. There will be bunches of girls waiting for you in the bar."

"I am not going." He knew what Freya was thinking.

With her eyes turning red again, she said, "You just accompany me there. Not only did he hate me this time, but also he would definitely think that I was extremely dirty and low, I..."

"Go, go, go!" Travis slammed out of the door grumpily. "Get changed and I will take you there!"

When they arrived at the Muse Bar which was well known in Arlington, they ran into a bunch of Travis's fair weather friends. Travis introduced Freya as his sister. Then this bunch of people got it instantly and stopped hitting on Freya. They ordered various kinds of wines, placed them on the table and played the games, whoever lost would drink.

Freya was not familiar with these games and she was losing continuously. The men who were more gracefully said, "Freya, you just finish one-third of the drink. You being that beautiful, we are willing to be taken advantage of by you."

Freya waved her hands right away. "Men and women are equal!" Then she drank up a whole glass of Hennessy.

"You are such a tough girl!"

A group of people exclaimed one after another. They drank more merrily accompanied by the noisy sounds of music in the bar.

Freya tossed the dice in her hands. She laughed whenever winning, losing, drinking and seeing other people drinkying. Other people all thought she was happy. But actually, she was too sad.

She was so sad that she blocked her tears in her heart. Daring not to cry, she could only laugh them out and wiped them away.

See, then nobody would know she was crying.