"I was thinking... where should you be buried to have the best feng shui after you're dead?" Jocelyn forced a smile, quietly pocketing her silver needle.

Her honesty was refreshing.

Brian, who was about to back off, noticed the silver needle in Jocelyn's hand disappear.

Suddenly, he reached out and pinched her cheek, helping to form a natural smile on her face.

"When you're not happy, don't force a smile. No one can force you to do anything."

"Not even me."

"You're too presumptuous," Jocelyn muttered, seemingly not taking his advice.

Yet she dutifully closed her eyes, feeling a slight easing in her heart.

They arrived directly at Vanessa's home...