Chapter 102: Chapter 102

"How is dinner going?" Brianna asked as soon as she saw his back from the distance as she headed towards the kitchen.

"I'm still looking for everything," Lucien replied with a distressed voice. He was not familiar with the whole area, so he did not know where to find things he needed.

Brianna held his hand and led him to a stool by the kitchen island.

"Will you please sit here and wait?" she commented, patronizing the young Michaelson. "I am confident I can do the task more efficiently." She felt confident that though her brain could not process the task to remember things, her body seemed to be working according to whatever she needed to do.

Lucien had no choice but follow. He sat there with his hands cupping his jaw, elbows on top of the marble island, pouting in grievances. Tatum walked around the widows, checking for possible situations outside. He was being alert for whatever may happen. A group of mercenaries was after them. This is not a time to be relaxed.

But Brianna did not feel the same. For whatever reason, she felt like she would know if any intruder would come to invade her property, starting from a distance. A good distance enough for her to prepare for any attack. So she focused on preparing their dinner.

She lived alone, so she has learned to cook the food she would fancy eating. She opened the refrigerator, and she saw her stocks of unfrozen food had mostly gone bad. She checked the frozen goods and saw a pack of marinated meat. She decided to use the oven and cook it along with foiled wrapped potatoes on the sides. Then with careful checking, she made use of the few vegetables she could stir fry with peeled crab meat in airtight packaging and sliced them into cubes. While waiting for the meat to get cooked, she prepared the table.

"We still have twenty-five minutes before the oven is done," she knocked on the counter as she racked her brains for what else she could make within the said time to add to the dishes. "Aha, okay."

Lucien watched her with fascination as she swiftly moved around. She boiled a pot of water. She smashed a pack of pasta into as short as inch strands. She sliced some paprika, garlic, onions, bacon, sausages and got a bottle of carbonara sauce from a cupboard. Then she started cooking them in a stainless steel wok next to the pot of water.

She had her back to Lucien, but he was so amused to watch her doing things like a woman of the house would do. His imaginative mind was playing crazy thoughts and daydreams of him being her husband, and hopefully, one day, he can be by her side as she prepares their meal and he is bothering or assisting her, can be both, too. As long as he is in the picture, his role wouldn't matter at all.

He looked foolish to someone who was so envious that B was cooking for the two men in her house.

"You have never done that for me," Jack Foster spoke with resentment. But his anger turned to Lucien. "You look stupid, Lucien Michaelson!" Then he laughed. He enjoyed seeing a cold and distant aura of a Michaelson was looking like a puppy watching his little sister's back. "Besides, she is only acting the way she is to you right now because she has a temporary loss of memory. I wonder how things are going to turn out if she recovers and finds out you are her target. I am still confused if she is genuinely suffering from what you think she does because the possibility of you or us all being played around is not something I can take off the table just yet."

Jack sighed. His last thought has a great chance of happening with Brianna's clever mind. Her will to kill the Michaelson's is never to be underestimated. But the mere fact that she is taking it too slow is what bothers him. That is not her style at all.

"Or had she changed her mind and made the process even more heart-wrecking to her enemy?" Jack thought out loud, breathing deeply. "Or had she found out something about her parents' death and realized she has a different target?"

Jack sighed again. His thoughts and assumptions, his guess and speculations, would only remain as is if she didn't tell him. He has to confirm what he can in his position if he cannot make it close to her.

A naughty thought popped up in his mind.

"Shall I visit her house now and pretend she is my fiancee?" Jack asked excitedly.

"But I might die on the spot if she takes my arrival negatively," he also discouraged himself right away.

"If she is faking her memory loss, it might work. But if not and she felt I am compromising her plans, I bet she will hesitate to shoot me close to the heart as she did to Charles Anderson."

Jack shivered at the thought. She is fearless and ruthless. He had seen and proven that fact many times before, not to him, but he had seen people become the receiving end of her wrath, and he does not wish to sound himself in.

"I need to work fast," Jack clapped his hands, and his fingers started to flick his keyboards. The screen monitors of her home surveillance camera were still on with the widest view of her in the kitchen. He wanted to keep an eye on her, just in case something happens.

Jack resumed his investigation about the case involving Brianna's family. He was in the middle of reading an article when a call on Charles Anderson's phone came. But as the owner of the phone was still unconscious, the call could not connect. He called Blake right away.

"Hey, man, where are you now?" Jack asked.

"Right where you drop me earlier, why?" Blake replied.

"Where is Charles' phone? Do you have it with you?"

"It must be in the room with him," Blake replied, but he walked towards the room he mentioned to check the phone himself. He can feel the great importance of it since Jack Foster asked about it. "Why?"

"I have a bug on that phone, but as he ordered, I never record his conversations. But I can trace the location of whoever is calling him if he asks me to," Jack explained in a hurry.

"I need that phone call answered but do not say anything. Just listen to the other person on the line, or just answer it do not even make a sound. I only need the call to get connected. I can go from there. But it would be nice if we could have a grasp of their conversation. Anyone who calls him right now is a relevant person, for your family and for the target, Michaelson."

"And for Boss B," Added Blake. "Okay, I am on it. Hold on," the team leader did not hesitate. Just as he assumed, Jack would never mention the phone if it was of no importance.