Enchanted By His Charm



Standing there motionlessly, Joseph remained silent for a long time. 

"My father hurt your family," added Irish with her head lowered.

Joseph closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, lonesome filled them.

"Your father did nothing wrong from the aspect of the interest. But he plundered a burning house from the aspect of morality,"

Irish was clear about what he meant.

"But everything is gone. I am tired of living with hatred," He continued.

Startled, Irish trembled slightly and said, "But I remember the sentence you said to my father."

"It is just my angry words," responded Joseph directly.

After hearing this, Irish looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I am also an ordinary person. However, I also have common feelings and some weaknesses with other people," said Joseph, looking into her eyes firmly. "In fact, I really wanted to tell your father that I still hate him, and I will occupy all of the capital so that he may die with misgivings."

"But you didn't," Irish uttered peacefully.

Mutual trust was filled with magic. And now Irish trusted him so much.

"Yes, I didn't do that. But it caused so many regrets and troubles," Joseph said in a desolate tone.

"Jordan misunderstood you, and so did Leo," Irish added.

One was his own brother and the other was his best friend, caring. Of course, she also believed that there would be no reason to hate, and Joseph's choice and his way of doing things would be misunderstood.

Joseph approached her, gently took her, and softly said, "And you, I almost lost you."

He also thought that she killed their child.

This was the consequence of his wanton action, which let him always remember the true meaning of the intentional listener. Of course, he didn't want to talk about children anymore. He was in pain.

He only hoped that the wound in her heart would cure without bleeding or scarring.

Irish looked at him. At this time, she clearly saw the pain in the bottom of his eyes, dyed in the eyebrow and lip corners. She raised her hand, gently covered his cross-grained brow, and she directly told him, "You will not lose me. You never will."

She was afraid she would lose him. After arriving here, Irish firmed this love, so she was more concerned about the man whose shoulders had too much heavy burden. She felt pity for him and increasingly wanted to love him within her limits.

He opened his obscure world to her, and she decided to take his hand bravely and forever.

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When they were back from the honeymoon, everything was on track. 

Joseph was still as busy, and Irish was still running back and forth, whose time was full. When she returned from her honeymoon, she saw that all her things had been tidied up in Hampton.

After seeing these things, Irish was a little ashamed of herself. When she was still in Uyuni, she told Joseph that his brother would sell her screen as it was valuable.

Joseph looked at her with strange eyes.

She explained, "Didn't you know your brother was mean? He'll ask for me to treat him back to a meal."

With disdain, Joseph retorted back at her, "No, even if he didn't get dividends as a shareholder, he made more money than you by car racing."

She was speechless.

However, from Joseph's tone, she easily recognized that he was still very proud of Jordan.

Of course, Joseph also gave her a surprise, a big surprise.

Her enlarged personal photograph was placed in the living room. The wall had enough space to hold the picture. To Irish's greater shock, when she returned to Hampton, she mistook herself for returning to Uyuni.

Extending from the side of her personal picture, there were all enlarged wedding photos.

Each background was between heaven, beautiful and elegant like a holy land, and she and Joseph were in it with natural expressions. They held each other, or she snuggled into his arms, or he cuddled her.

And at the head of the bedroom in the picture, he hugged her from behind, close to her ears, and she smiled softly, eyes filled with happiness.

She remembered the scene and didn't expect it to be recorded on camera.

Irish was moved, and so on after Joseph came home from work, she had been clinging to him like a koala.

The married days were not as unremarkable as other friends had suggested. Instead, she became more obsessed with Joseph.

Who said that there was no romance after marriage?

In fact, what Irish wanted was not romance, just hoping that they could spend the most ordinary days to the end.

Employees at the Runestone Group all changed the way they address her as they saw her as Mrs. General Manager, which made Irish a little embarrassed, constantly correcting their appellation, allowing them to still call her Irish.

Of course, her marriage with Joseph had made some gossip, and the hottest headline was that the sister-in-law had succeeded, but Joseph didn't take it seriously, and he didn't even pay attention to it.

Irish brought Cassie many gifts, including her favorite cosmetics, which made Cassie feel dizzy, and she asked her, "Irish, do you want to squeeze my wallet?"

Irish was unusually generous, saying nothing to her about money, which made Cassie flattered, and said, "You are really the wife of the rich man, and with a touch of this title, you immediately become rich."

Irish just smiled at her best friend's remark.

In fact, she felt very guilty for Cassie because of Simon's words, who knew that she had a secret love for him, and Cassie knew Simon's feelings. Suddenly, Irish felt that she was the third wheel.

Of course, she didn't want to add more pain to Cassie's wound; although Irish had a deep self-reproach, she still felt that because of her feelings, she pushed Cassie to commit suicide. But as a psychiatrist, she felt that some things should remain untouched to avoid Cassie having another depression.

However, she accidentally mentioned to Joseph her self-reproach.

Joseph ruffled her hair and looked at her with pity as if God were staring at a sheep, telling her that he would put her in a madhouse if she got to the dead end again.

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