Joanne subconsciously covered her chest with her hands, and blurted out as soon as she felt hot in her brain, "Its improper, isnt it?"

Brian took a deep look at Joanne. "Joanne, I don't intend to do anything to you."

Joanne was embarrassed and forcibly explained, "What are you thinking! I mean... Is this okay?"

Brian slowly unbuttoned Joanne's shirt and said word by word, "Of course. What do you think is inappropriate?"

The skirt had been completely unbuttoned, and Joanne's face was completely red. She simply tilted her head away and refuse to look at Brian. "No."

Brian smiled and inadvertently glanced at the cut on Joanne's lower abdomen.

The long incision was stitched up by a transparent thread, and only the edge of the incision was a little red, like a slender red centipede lying on her lower abdomen.

Joanne's skin color was originally light. So when such a wound suddenly appeared on her lower abdomen, it was shocking.

The smile on Brian's lips slowly solidified, and the image he saw in the operating room at noon also came back to his mind. The action of wiping Joanne's body unconsciously became very soft and gentle.

Although he knew about anesthesia, he still couldn't help imagining the scene of the cold scalpel cutting Joanne's skin.

He could not describe how cruel that scene was.

However, when Joanne got through it, she didn't complain at all except for the sentence "It hurts".

Once, Brian had thought that he should take care of Joanne with his entire life.

But now, he felt that his entire life was still far from enough...

Joanne soon noticed that Brian's movements became slow and looked at him, only to find that there was no smile or joking intention on his face anymore, but a touch of deep thought.

Maybe it was because he saw the wound on her lower abdomen.

Brian raised his head and inadvertently met Joanne's eyes. He asked as if nothing had happened, "What's wrong?"

Joanne did not say anything and just smiled. "Help me change my clothes."

Brian brought a set of loose hospital gown and soon changed Joanne's shirt.

When she was undressed, Joanne was a little shy. She decisively pulled the quilt to cover herself. "I'll do it myself."

"No, your wound will be hurt if you bend down." Brian refused without thinking, and ordered gently, "Lie down, and Ieave it to me."

Joanne had no choice but to lie down obediently. Her fair face was flushed, and she looked at the ceiling in despair.

Brian's movements were quick, and it didn't take him long to help her get changed. When he covered Joanne with the quilt again, he found that Joanne's face had completely turned red.

He bent down with great interest and looked at Joanne calmly. "Joanne, you will make me overthink."

Joanne's eyes widened-she obviously didn't do anything, what was Brian thinking?

However, during this period, even if she really did something, Brian couldn't do anything to her, could he?

Thinking about it, Joanne smiled and looked at Brian ignorantly. "Oh, what are you thinking about?"

Brian didn't have to ask to be sure that Joanne did it on purpose.

What was worse, there was nothing he could do about it even though he knew that Joanne did it intentionally.

He bit on Joanne's lips hard and warned ambiguously, "Don't go too far. One month... is actually not a very long time."

Joanne blushed. "Pervert!"

The "pervert" kissed Joanne hard again, and then placed the clothes she had just taken off into the basket in the bathroom. After that, he took a shower and came back.

Romy might have been woken up by the sound or she knew that Brian was out. She suddenly cried in the baby bed, and her voice sounded soft and pitiful.

Brian quickly walked to the babies' bedside. Seeing his daughter constantly kicking her slender legs and crying, his heart suddenly softened into a puddle, and he carefully picked up the little baby.

Romy glanced at her father and suddenly cried even more bitterly.

For a moment, Brian was at a loss.

He had read "The Book for Expectant Fathers", which instructed him how to hold a newborn baby, and even how to change diapers, but it didn't mention what the child would cry for.

Only then did he find that in this world, in addition to Joanne's tears, there was something else that could make him feel distressed-the cry of the little fellow in his arms.

Joanne looked at Brian's distressed and helpless look and soon felt sorry for him. She said, "Carry her over. She should be hungry."

"She's hungry?" Brian did not even have time to react. "Then what should we do?"

"..." Joanne was speechless for a moment and said, "If you are hungry, you will go and find something to eat. If the baby is hungry, of course, she also should eat something."

Only then did Brian realize what was going on. So he handed Romy to Joanne.

The baby had some breast milk and slowly fell asleep again. She became as quiet and well-behaved as when she was asleep. Joanne kissed her on her little face before she released her and let Brian take her back to the baby bed.

Brian's movements were careful, as if he was afraid of waking up the little girl. At last, he did not forget to cover her with the quilt.

When he straightened up, Brian found that Aiden, who was on the other baby bed, had also woken up. He clenched his fist and looked at him intently with his fist placed by the corner of his mouth. Aiden did not cry until he looked at him for several seconds. Then Aiden pursed her lips with grievance.

Such a small movement had already softened Brian's heart.

He turned his hand and picked up Aiden. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles. "Why did you wake up?"

The little guy moved and hummed. No one knew what he wanted to say, and Brian took him to Joanne's side.

Joanne had just fed Aiden with breast milk when the nurse knocked on the door and came in to remind her, "Mrs. Lambert, you can change diapers for the babies. If it's not convenient for you, you can let me do it."

It was indeed inconvenient for Joanne. Just as she was about to ask the nurse to come in, Brian suddenly said, "I'll do it."

Not only the nurse, Joanne was also surprised.

Brian always went to negotiate and sign the contract. These kinds of things just seemed right and appropriate for him.

But Brian helping the little baby change into diapers-it was too challenging for her imagination.

Brian noticed the suspicion in Joanne's eyes and raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"I think it's a little risky to ask you to change the diapers." Joanne looked at the nurse and said, "Miss, please come in and help me keep an eye on the process. If his way is technically wrong, you can point it out. It doesn't matter."

This was the first time Joanne had questioned Brian so directly.

Brian was not angry. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed Joanne's lips. "You will soon know that your worries are unnecessary."

He carried Aiden to the bedside, took the paper pants handed over by the nurse, unpacked it and put it aside. Then he carefully lifted up the little guy's butt. Although he was not very familiar with the movements, he was very gentle.

The nurse looked at Brian-his figure was qualified to be called as perfect. When such a perfect man was attentive, it had the same effect as opium.

The nurse was afraid that she couldn't help being obsessed with him, so she looked away and saw Brian's well-proportioned and long arms. Even if he bent down, she could clearly see his perfect figure.

If it weren't for her professionalism, the nurse would have screamed.

Brian, the man who was like a God from a myth, was changing the diapers of the baby with a serious expression. His action was so gentle that it was beyond imagination, but miraculously, it was in harmony with his usual cold style.

It was a different style of handsomeness altogether!

It was not until Brian had changed the diaper that the nurse came to her senses. She tried her best to hide her surprise and told Joanne, "Mrs. Lambert, Mr. Lambert's way of changing diapers is correct, but it's just that he is not very skilled. He'll do it better after a few more attempts. You can rest assured!"

Joanne was stunned for a moment, but still felt that she couldn't believe it. She said, "It doesn't matter if his method is wrong. Just tell me the truth."

"Mrs. Lambert, we can't joke when it comes to changing the diapers of the baby." The nurse smiled. "Mr. Lambert really knows how to do it. Don't worry."

It was not until the nurse walked out of the ward that Joanne digested the nurse's words and looked at Brian incredulously. "How do you know how to change the diapers? Have you done it for someone else before?"

Brian said calmly, "I've read about it in a book that I'm reading currently."

Joanne nodded in realization. "... Daisy didn't cheat you. It's a good book..."

The more she said, the more Joanne regretted it. If she had known earlier, she would have taken pictures just now.

With this kind of photo, if Brian dared to threaten her in the future, she would send the photo to the media!

Brian did not realize that he had done such a surprising thing. He picked up Aiden, and the little fellow leaned over and fell asleep after taking a look at him. It seemed that he had full trust in Brian.

At this moment, Brian's sense of accomplishment was even greater than that of signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

If it weren't for the phone ringing, Brian didn't even want to put the little baby on the baby bed and let him sleep.

The call was from Gavin again. After Brian got the phone, his tone was not very good. "What's the matter?"

"I have something to report to you," Gavin said, "You have been upgraded to be a father today, and Rosalyn happened to be released from prison. This coincidence may be hyped up by the media. Do you need me to inform the media?"

"There is no need," Brian said, "To interfere with the media's title will leave a news for the media instead. You should pay attention to Rosalyn's movements. Besides, others should not get the photos of Romy and Aiden."

"Don't worry, I know what to do." After a pause, Gavin suddenly changed the subject. "But your tone was so bad just now. What did I interrupt?"

Brian said coldly, "You disturbed me when I was holding my son."

"I see." Gavin suddenly realized. "Okay, I'll try not to call you when you hold your wife, son, and daughter. I'll hang up."

Brian put the phone back in his pocket and returned to the room after a while.

Joanne asked casually, "Gavin is calling you at such a late hour. What's the matter?"

"Some things in the company." Brian did not want Joanne to worry, so he did not tell her that Rosalyn had been released from prison. He kissed her forehead and said, "Sleep."

Joanne was really a little tired. She nodded, closed her eyes, and fell asleep...