Joseph turned around to look at him.
"Please give his wife a big sum of money. He died for me. I should make compensation." Roy looked up to Joseph, "Please ensure that his wife and his child can make a living by it."
Joseph stood before him and said lightly, "Roy, the most suffering person, doesn't live in hatred but in regret. Things have happened already. Just be a good man or a bad man. Otherwise, you can't forgive yourself in this lifetime."
Roy made a forced smile, "That is my weakness. I chose life between life and death. I can't be an absolutely good man. Now I can't be an absolutely bad man."
Looking at him for a great while, Joseph nodded, "Sure. I'll do it for you."
"Thank you," Roy said sincerely.
****
"If I had known that Tim promised it so quickly, I should have requested a higher salary."
After showering, Irish sat in front of the dresser, discussing what had happened in the afternoon. She looked delighted. After getting her hair dried, she added, "It would be better to ask for the salary when I worked for the University. I was really an idiot!"
Joseph, in the mirror, had no response.
He leaned against it. It seemed that he was thinking of something.
Irish thought he was so strange, so she just put down her comb and turned around to look at him.
Joseph was still immersed in his own world.
"Hey!"
She shouted.
Joseph had no response, still.
"My love..."
"Joseph!" Irish lifted up her voice.
Joseph still looked straight.
Seeing the situation, Irish stood up suddenly. She walked to his side and shouted again, "Joseph!"
This voice was really loud.
Joseph was shocked, and it was not until now that he realized that Irish had stood before him.
"What's wrong?" He finally recovered.
Irish stared at him, questioning. Joseph was afraid of her expression, so he smiled, "I heard what you said. You think that the salary offered by Tim is small, right? Do not be too mean. Money is always insufficient!"
Irish still stared at him without any words.
Joseph pulled her, "What's wrong? I was listening to you."
She wore a slip dress which was quite short. He could still see her breast.
Joseph was touched suddenly.
He reached out his hands.
He covered her breast with his hands.
She pulled over his hands.
"You are really strange today." Irish frowned.
Joseph showed his misunderstanding.
"We ate dinner together."
Joseph laughed, "Is there anything wrong? We have eaten dinner together before."
"But the problem is that you have eaten a lot of noodles before dinner." Irish approached him, seeming to question him, "You usually don't eat so much. Tell me the truth."
Joseph was afraid that she would know the truth, so he just smiled, "I was so hungry."
"Hungry? Why were you so hungry? What did you do?"
Joseph tightened his hands to circle her into his bosom, "No wife will starve her husband."
Irish raised her hands and pressed his face, "You are really strange."
"Why? I just ate a lot."
"You also smoked a lot!" Irish frowned, "When I came back, it was filled with the smell of smoke in the room. There were full ashes in the ashtray. Joseph, you don't smoke like that."
Joseph pretended to realize something, "Oh, one friend of mine came when you were not at home. I just chatted with him. He smoked a lot. I waited for you all afternoon, but you still didn't return. I just ate some noodles since I was hungry."
"Really?" Irish still questioned him.
"It's true." Joseph looked at her.
Irish watched his eyes for a while, and then she murmured, "If I just go to work, what will you do?"
Joseph couldn't help laughing, "What do you mean?"
"The meaning is simple to understand." Irish held his neck, "I haven't had enough time to have a rest."
"It's good to go to work. Life will be full." Joseph really wanted to thank god now because if Irish went to work, she would not be at home during the daytime, and then she would not find Roy hidden in the house.
Irish giggled, "I think now life is already full."
"As time goes by, you will feel bored." Joseph kissed her cheek and said softly, "You look very happy. Irish, you are pleased to return to work at the Linkus Mental Research Institute, right?"
"I can't just let others treat me unjustly. Even if I have problems with my memory, it can't represent my mentality. Why just drive me out?" Irish found an excuse for herself, "What's more, I have no hatred for money. It's shameful to look down upon money."
Joseph listened to her explanation smilingly. There was deep love in his eyes.
Ultimately, he said, "Whatever, I'm happy to see that you are happy."
"I'm happy making money." Irish corrected him.
Joseph showed his helplessness.
"Joseph..." Irish was into his bosom again, "I will work soon. Will you feel jealous?"
"Of course." Joseph didn't lie.
"Envious?"
"Yes."
"Then will our relationship change?"
Joseph smiled, "No."
Irish raised her eyebrow, "It's not good to be inferior to me. As time goes by, you may have great mental changes. I mean, I will not let it last for a long time."
Joseph pinched her nose, "I'm used to being the breadwinner."
"But I hope I can be that..." She exclaimed.
Joseph smiled, "In other words, you prefer that I can be the househusband?"
"Who regulates that a man should be stronger than a woman? If the wife earns more money, then the husband should be blamed. What if it is the contrary?" Irish defended herself and looked at him, "What's more, I hope you can stay home all the time. In this case, I can have you in my life wholly, and other women will not pay attention to you."
"Men should say that." Joseph was speechless.
"Women can also say that." Irish's smile was really beautiful.
And then she just sighed.
Joseph asked what was wrong with her.
"I just thought of Cassie." Irish felt upset, "She is not in a good state now. I think she would have gone mad if she was not pregnant. You know she has had depression before. I'm terrified that it will recur one day."
Joseph thought of Roy in another room. He also sighed. Thinking for a while, he held Irish tightly and said, "You should give her an air of hope."
"What?"
"The body was burned so seriously. Who can confirm that it's Roy?"
Irish fell in a daze, "But we signed our names."
"Signatures should define a body. We have to do it." Joseph lowered his voice, "Maybe it's not Roy?"
"Really?"
Joseph massaged her head, "I mean, you can comfort Cassie by saying that. At least, she should have an air of hope."
"Will it work?"
"I believe that sometimes women should cheat themselves. It's a power of spirit." Joseph said word by word.
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