Enchanted By His Charm



Joseph lowered his head, staring at her without saying anything.

Irish also looked into his eyes painfully with disappointment, "People would make carping comments on you."

"Irish, don't take other comments too seriously," Joseph tried to convince her.

Irish was reasonable enough to understand that, but she didn't hope others would make irresponsible remarks about Joseph because of her. On the contrary, she would rather die if others held Joseph to ridicule.

Both of them remained silent for a long time, Irish finally said hesitantly, "Joseph, if we fail, we have to seek another way to go. Surrogate births are an option."

She felt her heart almost broken as she said this. She was eager to have a baby with Joseph, but as soon as she remembered the little baby was born by another woman, she felt so upset. It was hard for her to accept the truth since it was like a disaster for her. However, she was unable to avoid that.

"Bullshit!" said Joseph seriously, interrupting Irish.

She looked at him with her tearful eyes silently while Joseph pushed her away and walked into the washroom. Obviously, he was irritated by what Irish had just said.

A complicated feeling occurred to Irish, and she felt so helpless.

A few minutes later, Joseph walked out after finishing the shower. He felt sorry for Irish when he found Irish leaning there helplessly. Stepping forward, he held her in his arms.

"Irish," Joseph called her in a soft voice. "Don't make any decision for me. I am older than you, and I know how to handle this. I had chewed the cud before I made this decision."

Irish just bit her lips without saying anything.

Seeing this, Joseph reached out to soothe her frown and got close to her, whispering beside her ears, "You are the only one for me. It is impossible for me to choose surrogate birth at any time. Don't discuss this again, or I will be angry with you."

In the next second, Irish turned around and hugged him tightly. She loved him so deeply that she could not share him with anyone else.

Luckily, their bad moods drifted away when they saw beautiful scenery. It was a wonderful trip that added some color to their life.

It was hard for Irish to imagine what their wedding photo looked like, and the photographic group left as they finished shooting.

She was eager to see their wedding photo, but Joseph just smiled and asked her why she was so raring to see that.

Girls always paid great attention to their wedding photos since they thought they presented a holy and pure image in their minds. They could find the beautiful old days when they were getting old through the photos. However, happiness was transient, and the day to leave Uyuni. It meant it was time for them to return to work and return to their ordinary life.

Irish thought they would go back to New York directly, but they stopped in Costa Rica.

Irish thought perhaps he had some business affairs to deal with there at the beginning, so she said nothing. But when the staff in the hotel handed a bunch of feverfews to Joseph, Irish then felt weird because the feverfew was always a type of flower for the dead.

Her idea was confirmed when Joseph took her to a cemetery.

It was a memorial park where the high cross stood at the gate.

The bright sunlight also looked dim there, and perhaps it was because the thick trees shielded the light. Crossing over the thick trees, there was a large graveyard, and they could see the towering cross. And it was easy to tell that someone often came here to clean since it was neat beside the graveyard.

Irish looked at the grave monument in which two names were engraved on the tombstone.

Desmond and Luna.

Staring at these two names, Irish was absorbed in her thought. She turned back at Joseph, who also looked serious. Indeed, the moment when Irish found the photos on the tombstone, she was suddenly enlightened. It was a young couple while Joseph looked like the young man very much. The young girl leaned against the man's chest with a soft smile, and she looked elegant.

"It is my parents' tomb," said Joseph a few minutes later while putting the bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone.

His words moved Irish because it was the first time Joseph had taken her to worship his parents. But she felt regret since she didn't even take some flowers here.

"Are they buried together?" asked Irish.

Joseph nodded and said nothing more.

"They look so young in the photo," added Irish.

"My mom is a beautiful woman, and she always worried that she would start to rot and sag someday. And once she said that she hoped to put a beautiful photo on her tombstone after her death, so I selected this one for them," explained Joseph in a shaky voice.

Irish knew little about his family affairs. She had gone through too much with Joseph in the past year, and there was no chance for her to ask him about his family. They didn't get too much time to get along, so Irish cherished every second of being with him and didn't want to discuss anything else with him. Joseph also didn't take the initiative to tell her something about his family. But now he took her here to worship his parents.

"Do you still bear a grudge against my father?" asked Irish suddenly. It was her first time to face up to this matter.

She heard the conversation between Henry and Joseph just a few days before Henry's death. And by that chance, she got to know that there was an old story between these two families. Joseph peeled an apple for Henry in front of his sickbed, but he didn't even notice that his finger had been cut.

Instead, he just remained in the posture.

Irish felt so grieved for Joseph's coldness, but now she then realized he must be sorrowful at that time.

Joseph also understood that Irish must get to know something, so he asked her in reply, "Do you still hate your father?"

Heaving a sigh, Irish moved the leaves dropping on her arms and then replied softly, "I thought I would hate him for the rest of my life. But I started feeling lonely when he was gone because I could still feel my mother whenever I met my father. But now I feel nothing."

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