Joanne had not cooked since she was pregnant.

But Freya had always loved their chef's food. So she asked the chef to prepare Freya's favorite.

When Freya arrived, she sat and pigged out all the food, which surprised Joanne a little. "I thought models didn't eat much."

"I won't treat myself badly," Freya said while reaching for another dish. "Besides, I work out twice as much as I used to. It won't hurt to eat more."

"...Twice." Joanne stared at Freya's lustrous face and said meaningfully, "Well, I can tell."

Freya was embarrassed. "Joanne, since when did you become so evil-minded? I think you need a lesson from Mr. Brian... in the bedroom."

Joanne blushed. "And you said I was evil-minded!"

Freya giggled and ran to Joanne. "I'm going also getting married. There's nothing to be shy about." Talking, she patted Joanne's arm cheekily and lowered her voice, asking, "Did you do it after your pregnancy?"

Joanne raised a finger, red faced, and Freya's showed exaggeratedly surprised. "Lu Boss's self-control... impressive. You were telling the truth, right?"

"I even told you how many times we did it. Why would I lie to you about this?" Joanne said, "The next day after we did it, I felt uncomfortable and I stayed in the hospital. Then, well, there was no then."

Freya was curious like a baby. "What about after your discharge?"

Joanne shook her head.

After she was discharged from the hospital, they snuggled, they kissed, but they haven't gone any further. Brian can always stop himself at the last moment, just so not to hurt her and the babies.

She thought Freya would say something, but Freya looked solemn and was having deep thoughts.

After a while, Freya raised her head and asked with a smile, "Has Mr. Brian come home late recently?"

"He has had a lot of meetings recently." Joanne said, "The meetings always take place at some weird places with the smell of smoke and alcohol. I hate that smell, so he always takes a bath before he comes back, like yesterday."

...

Boom! Freya was shocked as if she had gone through a blast.

Freya's expression was getting weirder, Joanne asked, "What happened? Why did you ask that? Anything wrong?"

"What? What could possibly happen?" Freya laughed and tried to ease the tension. She whispered, "I was thinking that maybe Mr. Brian couldn't control himself around you, so he always comes back so late."

Joanne was speechless for a while. She said, "Couldn't you have guessed something else?"

After dinner, Freya and Joanne talked about many things in the living room, from the recent gossip to the common knowledge of pregnancy. At nine o'clock, Brian was back from the company, followed by Chris.

Chris went to pick up Freya. It was getting late, so he was taking Freya home. Also, he said that it was cold outside and asked Joanne to stay in.

Joanne didn't insist to perform the courtesies. She took over Brian's jacket, and suddenly, she screamed and was frozen.

"What's wrong?" Brian sounded agitated. He dreaded that Joanne would be uncomfortable again.

Back from shocks, Joanne placed his hand on her bump, looking at him, surprised and stirred. "They were moving!" Since the last time they moved, Joanne hadn't felt any fetal movements from those little ones in a long time.

Thinking of it, it should be the time they started to move more frequently.

They were moving slightly, only a few moves before they stopped. Still, Brian could feel the last bit. He couldn't help but smile, holding Joanne's waist and kissed her on her lips.

At the end, he gently let go of Joanne, with a tender smile on his face, "I hope time could go faster."

It would be the best if time would go to October in the blink of an eye when the sycamore leaves turn yellow; it's when the two little guys are born.

Joanne tilted her head, pretending to be displeased. "You want time to move faster as soon as you got home?"

Rarely, Brian's mind was blanked out for a while. Then, he hugged Joanne said, "I wish time could stop when I am at home."

Even it was just pretending, she couldn't stay mad any more. She tiptoed and kissed Brian, asking him to take her back to the room. "Wow, you're lifting three people. Wouldn't you be impressed by yourself?"

"Who said it was three people?" Brian emphasized sharply, "I am carrying my world."

"..." Joanne gave up arguing, feeling sweet. She couldn't beat him in sweet talks anyway.

At that time, Freya and Chris were far away from Dingya Villa. Freya told Chris the key information she had received, "Joanne said that Brian has had a lot of meetings recently. He returns late, and always takes a bath before he comes back."

Chris frowned,"I found out that Miley and Bo Yan were close when they were in college. There was even a bet between their classmates to see if they would get together. But so far, there isn't much evidence proving that there is anything between them."

Freya felt a headache. "I hope it's just a misunderstanding. If not...we can't let Joanne know at this period."

Joanne's condition has already been unstable. She wasn't sure if Joanne could take that.

It turned out that Freya underestimated Joanne.

The next day, Brian left for work at 8:30 a.m. It was half an hour later than he had usually left before Joanne's pregnancy. It was because that he had gone home late in recent days, so he could only spend more time in the morning to be with Joanne.

Plus, "accidents" were less likely to occur in the morning.

As soon as he left, Joanne received an international parcel.

Every parcel that had been received by Joanne would be previously checked by Simon for safety reasons, except for international parcels.

She had some friends and classmates in the US when she was studying abroad. Therefore, some of them would send some interesting items or some rare ingredients to her. Most of them were sent directly to her, so she wasn't alert at all and just unwrapped it right away.

Hence, when she saw that it was a file bag inside, she felt weird. She opened the bag after going back to her room; there were five photos in the bag.

The photos had been taken the night before and the background was the entrance of a five stars hotel which was under Lambert Group.

The focus of the shooting was a man and a woman.

It was their backs that had been taken so she couldn't tell who the woman was. But the guy on the left was definitely Brian. She could tell even with her eyes closed.

It could be seen from the photo that Brian and the woman entered the hotel at eleven o'clock and left at almost one. But at that point, Brian was alone, and he changed his clothes, looking refreshed.

The purpose of that person was self-explanatory, the message conveyed to Joanne based on those photos.

The first thing that came to Joanne's mind was not buying it. A few photos of Brian going in and coming out of a hotel could not serve as evidence of him cheating.

Besides, Brian cheats? It was complete nonsense.

While in confusion, Joanne suddenly remembered Freya's actions. Freya was not gossipy. But yesterday, she asked her things about Brian and her, and also, she asked if Brian had returned home late...

No doubt, Freya knew something. If she weren't wrong, Freya would know who that woman was.

Joanne put away the photos and locked them in the cabinet. She called Freya's phone and asked directly, "Who was the woman who entered the hotel with Bo Yan yesterday?"

Freya was caught unprepared, "What?"

"When did you find out?" Joanne asked again.

Freya's finally realized what was happening and hesitantly said, "The day before yesterday, I went to the headquarters and saw Brian was helping Xia Milli walking down the stairs. Then, I saw them together in the club again the same night. Later, when they left the club, I followed them and found that... they stayed in the hotel for a long time."

Joanne groaned for a long while. "You said that woman... is called Miley?"

"Yes, she went to the same college as Brian," Freya answered sharply, "Joanne, that's not the point. The point is she's trying to steal you man. Who cares about her name!?"

"..." Joanne looked down. No one could know what she was thinking.

Freya thought that Joanne was so stunned and sad that she couldn't speak. Immediately, she said, "Don't dig into it. It's not sure. There are probably some misunderstandings. I'm going to your place now, you..."

"Aren't you scheduled to have shooting for the cover today?" Joanne seemed a lot calmer than Freya. "Go, I'm okay."

"Really?" Freya was dubious. "Are you sure you won't do anything stupid?"

Joanne couldn't help but laugh, "Do I look like someone who would do stupid things? Also, you're right, there are some misunderstandings.

"What?" Freya was curious. "How are you so sure?"

"The photos were taken in China, but were deliberately disguised as an international parcel when they were sent to me, which means that the person knew that the international parcels would not be checked by Simon. Also, I wasn't blackmailed, indicating that the purpose of that person is only to sabotage my relationship with Bo Yan. If I get a ransom call from the paparazzi, that could mean they really have a thing. But I didn't."

Freya couldn't keep up with Joanne's thoughts. "Then... what are you going to do? By the way, I saw that shrimp rice (homonym of Miley in Chinese) once, and she didn't seem nice."

"Shrimp rice?"

Joanne laughed, "I know her. She was Bo Yan's classmate and the only girl who was close to Bo Yan at the time. She had feelings for Bo Yan, but they didn't get together. After graduating, she married to an American, got her U.S. citizenship, and stayed in the United States for work."

Freya did not hide her surprise. "How do you know this so well?"

"Well, when I was studying, I accidentally met an old professor in the finance department who had taught Brian." Joanne said, "The professor liked to talk to me about the outstanding graduates she had taught, and wow, she mentioned my husband the most. Also, she told me that."

"...I only believe the first half of what you're saying." Freya said, "You must have tried so hard to get those gossips bits from the professor!"

"..." Joanne didn't explain further. After reassuring Freya, she hung up.

Whether Miss. Xia had knowledge of her receiving those photos, or even if she participated in the whole plan, she would have to see her, as things stood...