Freya had been living an entirely leisurely life for more than twenty years.

Except for the time when she confessed her love to Chris, she was rarely so serious.

Joanne looked at Freya and sighed.

Freya was confused. "Joanne, what are you sighing about? Am I wrong?"

"No, I just think it's a pity," Joanne said imaginatively, "and it would be great if Wesley were pregnant. Thus, he would definitely understand the feelings of pregnant mothers as you do, and he would... have more trust in Yuna."

Freya agreed with Joanne.

However, Boss Hayes was a real man. It was impossible for him to be pregnant!

Freya decided to say something practical. "Joanne, is it over for Boss Hayes and Yuna? Is neither of them going to fight for each other once more?"

"Wesley is already disheartened, and he went back to Glasgow with Aunt Helen. But I can help them," Joanne said, "for it's all thanks to Yuna that my mother came back this time. Whether from the standpoint as their friend or to thank Yuna, I should find out the truth."

Freya suddenly had a sense of awe-inspiring justice. "If you need my help, just tell me."

Joanne smiled and said, "Take good care of yourself and your baby. Leave it to me."

"One more thing," Chris, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I plan to take Freya home. What about you?"

This question was for Joanne and Brian.

But before Brian answered, Freya had said, "I just discussed it with Chris. If you still want to live at the top of the mountain, we can also stay for a few more days and help you take care of Aiden and Romy."

Now that Iris was hospitalized, Freya was afraid that Joanne would be very busy.

Joanne had no idea where they would stay. She always listened to Brian, so she subconsciously looked at him and waited for his answer.

Brian said, "We will also move back to Prime Villas."

"Can we?!"

Joanne's eyes shone brightly.

On the first day when she and Brian got their marriage certificate, Brian brought her to Prime Villas.

At that time, she thought that she would not stay in Prime Villas for more than two years.

Now, she had her family there, an intact family which was her eternal destination and haven.

Although living at the top of the mountain was novel and comfortable, that place was not hers and Brian's home after all. She had long wanted to go back to Prime Villas.

However, if Prime Villas was not a safe place now, she could not stubbornly ask to go back, which would only increase the pressure on Brian.

So, she was certainly surprised to hear Brian suddenly say that they could go back.

"Tomorrow is the weekend. We'll pack up and go back tomorrow," Brian said, "and the security system of the villa area has been upgraded. There won't be any danger."

"Okay!"

Joanne was as happy as a child whose wish had been fulfilled. On the one hand, she could go home, and on the other hand, it was easier for her to take care of Iris if she lived in Prime Villas.

"That's perfect," Freya said, "let's go back together tomorrow!"

They chatted for a little while. Chris checked the time and took Freya back to rest, while Brian and Joanne also went back to their room.

Joanne filled more than half of the bathtub with water, then added a few drops of essential oil and some fresh rose petals into it, and lay in the water.

Ever since Aunt Helen and Iris were kidnapped, she had been feeling stressed and had been in a hurry to do everything. She had not had time to relax for many days.

After laying in the bathtub for more than half an hour, Joanne felt refreshed. She got up from the water, dried herself off, put on a milky white bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.

Brian happened to return to the room.

Joanne was confused. "Where did you go?" When she went to take a bath, Brian was reading in the room.

Brian said, "Romy woke up, so I went to see her."

Joanne hurriedly asked, "And now? Is she still awake?"

"She drank milk and fell asleep again," Brian saw Joanne's strange look and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Well, you fed her milk." Joanne pressed a spot where it hurt. "I wanted to feed her."

Joanne had a lot of breast milk for the babies. However, she had been outside the whole day, so even if she had used the breast pump several times, her breasts were engorged again now.

She had just taken a bath, and her fair and smooth skin was as tender and attractive as freshly shelled eggs. Deep blushes, like peach blossoms blooming in March, unintentionally dyed her delicate and charming cheeks.

Brian had been already somewhat tempted, and coupled with her subconscious action just now, he felt that there was a flame burning somewhere in his body.

He closed the door and locked it with a clicking sound. Then, he approached Joanne slowly, one step at a time.

Joanne was too familiar with the searing look in Brian's eyes, as if both of them would melt in an instant.

Although it had happened many times, she was still a little nervous and couldn't help clutching her bathrobe with her hands.

Brian noticed Joanne's small movements. He smiled and stopped in front of her.

He smiled and said, "It's a pity that Romy has fallen asleep."

His voice was very low, attractive and husky, and Joanne felt her strength slowing draining away.

It took her a long time to speak normally. "So?"

Brian raised his eyebrows. "I can help."

Joanne was stunned, and with a bang, a ball of fire seemed to ignite from her back to her cheeks. She felt as if she had been seared through.

Some ambiguous scenes flashed across her mind.

Joanne clearly felt that something in her heart moved, and then her heartbeat accelerated.

Brian was amused. Joanne always seemed to be inexperienced in this aspect even though they had been married for a long time already.

It did not matter. Anyway, he always took the leading role in this matter.

Brian wrapped his arms around Joanne's waist, lowered his head, and gently kissed her lips. The tip of his tongue approached her teeth deftly.

Joanne opened her mouth very cooperatively and responded tentatively to Brian's kiss.

While absorbing the familiar sweetness, Brian quickly took off Joanne's bathrobe and stroked her smooth and fair skin with his big palms.

"Honey..."

Joanne seemed to be mesmerized by Brian and couldn't help calling out to him.

"I'm here."

As Brian replied to Joanne, he carried her in his arms, put her on the soft big bed, and looked at her affectionately and attentively.

Joanne's face had long turned red. She looked at Brian with expectation and uneasiness. "Honey, it hurts..."

She rarely left the babies for more than half a day. Her engorged breasts were really... embarrassing and unbearable.

"Where?" Brian asked deliberately and playfully. "Show me."

Joanne bit her lips, grabbed Brian's hand, and then directly put his hand on where the pain was.

Brian smiled with satisfaction and suddenly tightened his grip...

He remembered that it was also Joanne's sensitive point.

"Ah!" Joanne trembled all over and let out a low cry. "Ouch..."

"Is it really just painful?" Brian looked into Joanne's eyes. The familiar gentleness and temptation were clearly shown in her charming peach blossom-like eyes. He tightened his grip further and asked, "What else?"

Joanne felt as if there were ants were crawling all over her body, so her mind was blurred. She almost blurted out, "I want..."

"Who do you want?" Brian further asked.

Joanne wrapped her legs around Brian's waist. "You..."

"Good girl." Brian stroked the black hair that fell against Joanne's cheeks and entered her in one fell swoop. While thrusting into her fiercely, he gently helped her relieve the pain.

After Iris's accident, neither of them had been in the mood for romance. At most, they would fall asleep in each other's arms at night. Usually, a light kiss was already the most intimate thing they had done.

This night, Brian flipped Joanne over repeatedly and she finally passed out completely without even knowing when it was over.

The next day, Joanne woke up and found herself in Brian's arms. Although her body was covered with marks, it was still clear and clean.

This was one of the reasons why she loved Brian.

Brian was obsessional about cleanliness, and she also liked to be clean. Every time it was over, whether she was awake or unconscious, Brian would carry her to the bathroom.

However, even though she went in the bathroom when she was awake, she would be unconscious when she came out...

Joanne moved, only to find that she and Brian were both naked. She looked at Brian in surprise.

Even when Brian fell asleep, he was still very alert to the movements around him. As soon as Joanne moved, he woke up immediately and looked into Joanne's surprised eyes.

He knew what Joanne was surprised about, and he rubbed his forehead against hers. "I was too tired to do that yesterday."

"He was too tired to get themselves dressed?"

Joanne could not help complaining, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"Why won't you believe it?" Brian looked down and finally fixed his eyes on the spot below her collarbones. He continued, "I explained myself seriously."

Mr. Lambert couldn't help stretching out his hand and rubbing the areas that had brought him countless wonderful experiences.

"Ah!" Joanne let out a low cry. "Asshole, it hurts!"

"Does it hurt again?" Brian pressed down on Joanne in a hurry as if he had heard some excellent news. "May I help you?"

Joanne couldn't help laughing and pushed Brian. "Stop it!"

Brian looked righteous and said, "I was afraid that you will feel uncomfortable."

Joanne looked at Brian angrily and exposed him. "You're the one who is feeling uncomfortable, aren't you?"

Brian raised his eyebrows. "So, you knew it. If that's the case..."

Joanne covered Brian's mouth. "Breast milk is more nutritious than milk powder. You know it, right? If you keep doing this, what will Aiden and Romy eat?"

Brian stared lovingly at Joanne's beautiful assets. "Do you mean that this is breakfast for Aiden and Romy?"

"Breakfast."

Although it sounded weird, Joanne still nodded. "You are right."

"What about mine?" Brian's voice became somewhat hoarse. "You can't just care about them and ignore me."

Joanne did not want to bother when Brian became so childish, and she just said, "What do you want to eat? I will go downstairs to make it for you."

"You don't have to go downstairs." Brian's voice sounded like an invitation. "You can make it right here in the room."