Joanne seemed to have seen worry flash through Brian's eyes, but she had not managed to catch it. So she did not dare to be sure and did not dare to feel happy about it.

She pointed to the back of her head. Brian stood up and reached out to press it. She breathed heavily in pain. "It hurts, press lighter."

Brian's frown grew deeper. "Why didn't you say so in the day?"

He pulled Joanne's hand and they walked out of the house.

"Hey, Brian!" Joanne could not get out of his grasp and could only be pulled along by Brian. "Where are you taking me? Is the first aid kit in the back garden?"

"To the hospital!"

"I'm wearing my pajamas!"

Brian only halted his steps then. He turned around. Joanne was wearing a pair of loose silk pajamas. The night breeze blew softly, and her slender and straight calves were revealed. Her exquisite figure could be made out vaguely through her pajamas.

A hint of unnaturalness passed his eyes and he looked away. "Go change. I"ll wait for you outside."

"It's too late. Tomorrow, I..."

Joanne was going to say that she'll go to the hospital alone tomorrow. Brian looked at her coldly, and she swallowed the rest of her words spinelessly and went to change before following Brian to the hospital obediently.

There were not many cars on the highway late at night. Brian drove quickly and Joanne stole looks at him. She discovered that his side profile was just as cold and sharp as before as if he were undefeatable.

Could it be that the loneliness she saw when he was smoking on the sofa just an illusion?

In order to ascertain it, Joanne carefully asked, "What were you thinking about earlier?"

"Thinking about things."

His tone was devoid of emotion. It was obvious he did not want to talk about it. Joanne nodded to show she understood and then shut up.

The car was silent after that. But it was fortunate that the hospital was not far away.

It was the most expensive private hospital in A City and was like a five-star hotel. It had a 24-hour western restaurant and also a screening room with a better sound system than the theaters. There were all sorts of entertainment facilities in the garden and the entire hospital was covered with high-speed Wifi. It was said that the wealthy people of A City were only willing to patronize this hospital.

The hospital was well lit even in the middle of the night like a high-class estate.

Joanne had long heard of this place, but she had not had the chance to take a careful look before Brian pushed her to the doctor. The doctor smiled at her politely and said, "Mrs. Lambert, please come with me. We will give you a detailed examination."

She looked at Brian subconsciously and asked, "What about you?"

Brian frowned and said, "I don't need an examination."

Joanne was speechless. That was not what she meant.

The doctor had understood Joanne's intentions and said to her comfortingly, "Mr. Lambert, Mrs. Lambert is asking where you'll be waiting for her."

Brian took a deep look at Joanne and said, "I'll be at the cafe at the door. I won't leave."

The doctor smiled warmly. Joanne's face felt slightly hot and she followed the doctor with her head hung low.

She was not afraid that Brian would leave. She just did not want to stay in the hospital alone.

Nine years ago, her mother had died in the hospital. Ever since then, she disliked the hospital for some reason. This was also why she chose to become a medical examiner after her graduation and not a doctor.

But how would the female doctor know all of this? She looked at Joanne enviously, "Mrs. Lambert, the relationship you have with Mr. Lambert is just as good as they say on the news."

Joanne only smiled and did not speak.

How would she tell the doctor that she and Brian only had a relationship on the news?

Without having troublesome procedures such as queuing and paying, the examination was done quickly. After it ended, Joanne followed the doctor in search of Brian.

Brian sat in the cafe while the doctor told him in detail, "Mrs. Lambert's pain was caused by a heavy impact. The examination shows that it is not serious and that she'll heal quickly with the use of medication."

"Thank you."

Brian took the medicine that the doctor handed him. He held Joanne's hand and led her out of the hospital.

It was already dawn and all was quiet. Joanne allowed Brian to take her hand and walked beside him. She suddenly felt that she could not have made a better choice than to agree to marry Brian.

At least, her life would not be empty with the memory of Brian holding her hand late at night.

When they reached the car park, Brian unlocked the door. Joanne made a move toward the back seat. Brian pulled her back and asked, "Don't you know it's very impolite to sit at the back when there are only two people?"

Joanne blinked and replied, "It's more comfortable to sleep in the backseat..." It was already dawn, did he think that everyone would not be tired like him?

Brian seemed to be startled. He let go of Joanne's hand and found a blanket, throwing it onto the backseat for her.

Joanne smiled. She wrapped herself in the blanket and fell asleep on the backseat.

The car was expensive, so the driving experience was definitely superb. There was not a single sound in the car as it drove in the quiet night. It was so quiet that Brian could hear Joanne's shallow breathing in the backseat.

She would stay by his side quietly only when she was sleeping. And it was only at such a time when Brian could feel that Joanne was his wife.

At this time, she belonged to him completely.

Brian slowed down unconsciously.

He greedily wanted to prolong this time.

But the road had to end and they arrived home before long. Joanne seemed to have sensed it and she opened her eyes blearily and got off the car herself.

She was still sleepy and she stumbled into her room. She fell into bed and hugged her blankets tightly, looking as if she wanted to sleep for a century.

In her bleary state, she heard the sound of her door being opened and the sound of familiar footsteps getting closer. But she only wanted to sleep and could not be bothered with anything else.

Brian frowned as he looked at Joanne who was sprawled out. He took her blankets and said, "Lie down properly."

Joanne opened her eyes suddenly and asked, "Brian? You... What are you doing?"

Brian opened the medicinal oil and asked, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I..." Joanne understood when he saw the medicine in his hands. She said with difficulty, "I think you're going to apply medicine for me..."

"Lie down!"

Joanne did not dare to let her thoughts run wild and laid down obediently. After a while, she felt the cold medicinal oil dripping on her scalp and then, Brian's hand on it, rubbing her wound.

He was not using much strength, but the wound hurt. She was in so much pain that her toes were scrunched up together and she made mewing sounds like a cat.

"Bear with it." Brian said, "It won't hurt in a while."

Joanne held her breath and bore down, but the pain did not lessen. She scolded Brian, sobbing, "Liar!"

Brian had no choice but to use less strength. Joanne hummed comfortably, and after a while, sleep enveloped her...

He watched as Joanne fell asleep and stopped his hand movement. He flipped her over, changing her to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Joanne was completely dead to the world. She struggled a little when he carried her up, rubbing her chest against his. His breathing grew rough in that moment and he hurried to cover her with her blankets and turned to leave.

He did not know what he would do if he stayed for one more second.

The pain on the back of her head lessened. Joanne slept exceptionally well that night.

On the second day, it was almost 10 when she woke up. Brian had already gone to the office. Martha and a few others were cleaning in the living room.

"Young Madam." Simon walked up to her. "Do you want me to heat up some breakfast for you?"

"No need." Joanne promised to send lunch to Shawn. She walked into the kitchen rolling up her sleeves. "I'm not very hungry. I shall just eat lunch."

However, she would not eat lunch at home. She made lunch and brought it to the hospital to eat with Shawn.

"How loyal." Shawn drank the thick white soup. "I haven't taken the risk to save you for nothing."

He had always salivated over Joanne's dishes. He said that he would find a wife who could cook just like Joanne after he tasted her cooking the first time.

Joanne poured out all the soup in the thermos and gave it to Shawn. "It replenishes the blood. Drink more."

Shawn did not reject the soup. He said while he drank it, "Oh right, have you heard? The murderer that kidnapped us was beaten up badly in the detention center and almost died."

"Shouldn't a criminal like him be closed in solitary confinement?" Joanne was startled. "How did he get beaten up?"

Shawn shrugged. "I don't know about this. Captain Turner told me when he came to visit this morning."

Joanne would not feel bad no matter how badly the psychopathic murderer was beaten up. After lunch with Shawn, she kept their utensils. Shawn saw what she was doing and asked, "You're going home now?"

"I'm going to buy groceries to make you fish soup tonight."

Shawn's eyes brightened. "Then go quickly. Go go go! Oh right, buy more. Freya might come for food."

Joanne drove to the seafood market and bought two live fish. She gave them to the chef to clean when she got home and made a pot of fresh fish soup personally. Freya indeed called and told her to make more food and bring it to the hospital. She was going to continue playing fruit ninja with Shawn.

When Brian knocked off and returned home at about six, there was fish soup, a meat and a vegetable dish that were steaming hot placed on the table. He knew from a glance that Joanne had made them but she was nowhere to be seen.

Simon approached him and said, "Young Madam went to send food to Mr. Shawn at the hospital."

"Has she been home all day?"

Simon said with an awkward expression. "No, this afternoon... Young Madam also sent food to Mr. Shawn."

That meant that she had spent most of her time being busy for Shawn.

Brian loosened his tie but still felt uncomfortable. He took off his tie and gave it to Simon, "Did she say when she'll be back?"

Simon shook his head and said, "No."

Brian narrowed his eyes.

He was her husband, but she had without saying a word, ran off to eat dinner with another man.

Is it because he didn't do anything, so she did not sense that they were husband and wife?

Or was it like what Gavin said, that the person she liked for many years was Shawn?

After eating dinner at the hospital, Joanne and Freya to the nearby streets to shop. As such, she returned very late. Simon and the servants had retired but she did not expect Brian to be waiting for her at the door.

He was still wearing his shirt and pants from the day. His expression was dark and she felt uneasy for some reason. "Brian, you... why are you standing at the door?"

"Why did you come back so late?" Brian looked at the time. It was past 11. "Does Shawn need you to accompany him until this time?"

"I..."

Without waiting for Joanne to say anything, Brian suddenly reached out and pushed her against the wall...