Enchanted By His Charm



"It looks familiar. I must see it before," said Irish. The earrings attracted her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. However, as Joseph told her, she was clear that it must be rare and priceless.

"Who gave this gift?" Joseph asked.

Irish took out a small card in the box and read, "Congratulations! I hope your marriage is everlasting, like the blooming blossoms. It is Sid." Irish looked at Joseph, waiting for his reply.

Sid didn't come to their wedding but asked someone to send this gift on his behalf.

However, Joseph didn't say anything but smiled faintly there. 

Taking out the earrings, Irish looked at them carefully but still failed to remember where she had seen them before.

"The main stone is Dove Blood," Joseph reminded her.

"Oh, I get it. It is the gem in Blossom," Irish was enlightened. She had seen it in the auction in Pennsylvania.

"Irish, Sid even remembered you by sending his wishes through this gift."

"Blossom? Oh my God! I think it is just a qualifier." Irish held the earrings in her hands, staring at them without blinking. "I remembered that Sid bid it for three million dollars, but he gifted it to us. Joseph, am I dreaming? Why should he give it to us?" asked Irish in astonishment.

"Perhaps he just thinks it is no use to keep it since he is a man."

"Well, then, why would he bid at such a high price at that time? Jean bid the hand chain for Beatrice, but why would Sid bid these earrings?"

Joseph was clear about what she was thinking, so he patiently explained, "Stop making blind conjecture. Perhaps he wanted to bid it as a token of your friendship with him."

"I don't understand," Irish remained confused.

"I have never traveled with any other women except for you. I am sure Jean and Sid are clear about this," Joseph replied slowly.

Irish sat still, her face flushed, but then she responded, "Joseph, you are singing your own praises again."

Joseph knew she had understood what he meant, so he did not say anything but looked into her eyes with a smile while Irish hastily put on the earrings to see if they suited her.

Sahra also delivered a big gift box to them, and Irish couldn't wait to open the gift. Joseph was going with her, but Irish stopped him since she wanted to personally find out about the surprise. Joseph stood there with his arms crossed and looked at Irish, who looked like a happy mouse.

Joseph was ready for her exclamation, but against his expectation, Irish just kept unmoved as if she was a chump.

Seeing this, Joseph stepped forward to see what had happened. But soon, he was also startled by the gift since he found an advanced stroller lying there to be assembled.

"What's wrong?" asked Joseph softly.

Irish sat there silently with her head lowered.

Joseph was clear about what she was thinking, so he encircled his arms around her and comforted her. "Don't be upset, and don't blame Sahra. You know that she cares about you."

"I don't blame them," Irish murmured in a shaky voice.

'It is all my fault,' thought Irish to herself.

Although Joseph didn't know what she was thinking, he could feel her pain, so he tightened his arms and kissed her forehead to relieve her. But the scene that happened at their wedding kept lingering in his mind. It was Cassie who took the initiative to talk with him. Joseph was clear about what she wanted to talk about.

As Joseph's subordinate, Cassie should ask for instructions from the direct supervisor if she needs to discuss something related to her work. As Roy's wife, there was nothing for Cassie to discuss with Joseph. The only common topic for them to communicate was Irish. However, Joseph didn't expect Cassie to discuss something worse with him. They walked to a quiet place far away from the cheerful chatting and laughing.

Hesitating, Cassie looked away and finally said, "Joseph, would you take care of Irish for the rest of her life?"

Although Joseph thought it was an unnecessary question, he still answered patiently, "Yes, of course."

However, as soon as he finished his sentence, Cassie looked into his eyes and continued seriously, "I mean, would you take care of her even if she can't have a baby with you?"

It was natural for Cassie to know about Irish's condition since she was Irish's best friend. Joseph nodded and then said, "I am clear about Irish's condition."

"But didn't you bear a grudge against her since she lost your baby?"

"Of course, I regret what she has done to our baby. But I can't leave her to others, so she has to be with me."

It was false that he had no complaints at all. After all, she killed his child with a cruel heart. He liked the child. When he knew Irish was pregnant, the joy of that moment was something he had never had before. Even he fantasized about what his child would look like, more like Irish or him. Was it a boy or a girl? He could responsibly tell Irish and the child that he was ready to be a father and would welcome the child with his best thing.

However, everything was wiped out.

"What if Irish don't love you anymore?" Cassie asked.

Joseph suddenly and harshly looked at Cassie. 

Cassie looked into his serious eyes and waited for his answer.

"Did she say that, or did you guess?" He asked.

At other times, Cassie might have been afraid, but that day she felt this was nothing compared to Irish.

eαglesnᴏνel "I ask you if she doesn't love you?" She didn't answer the question, but she once again stressed the question.

Joseph's face became colder, and after a moment, he answered, "I'm not leaving her."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes." Joseph did not hesitate.

Cassie looked at him and said word by word, "In fact, you have no right to love her at all."

He froze.

With drunkenness, Cassie was a little excited, but after that sentence, she tried to press the emotion as much as possible, and after a long time, she said, "You don't know, it's not Irish who killed your child, it's because she couldn't protect it."

Joseph was shocked. "What?"

"She lied to you, and she knew that the child could not be protected before she went to Chicago, though she had been working hard to keep the baby," Cassie told him what she knew.

"She heard the conversation between Henry and you, and she was so sad that the omen of miscarriage took place, and the doctor said that her body should be adjusted, then she could be pregnant, and the first child had a sign of miscarriage, so he could not help. From New York to Chicago, she had been working hard to get a miracle, hoping that the child could survive. But arriving in Chicago, the child had already gone, and the doctor said that the miscarriage had caused great harm to her body and had an impact on the future."

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