People came here to get drunk, to be happy, and no one would take the initiative to find trouble. The middle-aged man also seemed to be a bar veteran, saw that and walked away.
Irish did not avoid him this time. She squeezed out a laugh from her throat, like sarcasm, "Is this a time for a most popular man and a most popular woman?"
Joseph was not annoyed, reached down and grabbed her cup, it was taken away from her, and sat down beside her.
In this way, he succeeded in blocking the subsequent chasers.
"Irish, it's almost time to go back." He whispered, his eyes deep and faint, like stars.
Irish stared at him and raised her lips.
"If you come to a place like this, at least you must learn to be as slippery as those men."
Joseph reached out, gently pinched her chin with his fingers, and looked at her. "You are drunk."
She pushed away his hand, ignored what he had said, and got up and tried to sit away from him.
But she had been seated in the high chair for a long time, and her feet were a little numb, so she reeled.
Soon, her waist warmed up.
It was he who fastened to hold her waist and pressed her to his chest.
"You have lost your temper, too. Don't be angry." He persuaded her and said in a low voice.
Irish pushed him away again, who did not need his help and moved the other chair to sit down. Joseph looked at her, helplessly sighed, and followed.
She bowed her head, and her fingers were on the edge of the glass, sneering. "I almost forgot, you don't need a slick tongue at all. You're Joseph, I'm Irish. As long as you give me orders, I have to obey you, don't I"
He didn't say anything but stared at her.
Irish drank the alcohol.
After a long time, he raised his hand.
His big hand gently covered her head, and then gently rubbed her face along her hair, and said with a soft, serious voice.
"Irish, I've never thought of you as a simple lover."
"Really?" Irish satirized, "So, soulmate? Did you say that in front of the media?"
"Can't I?"
"You desecrated the word." She whispered.
"It's best to describe you to me."
"You are indeed a prominent leader, and you are well suited to speak in front of people." She smiled, but there was a pain in her heart.
Joseph's big hand wrapped around her back head, slightly forcing her to come near him, and he also pressed down his face, looking at her for a moment, "Do you think I need to make a show?"
Irish looked into his eyes. His eyes were deep, in which the light was like fireworks.
However, the fireworks were easy to cool down.
Joseph slightly straightened up, pulled her hand to his chest, and covered it.
His heart, through his chest, hit her palm.
"I've been putting you here all the time." Joseph's big hand pressed her hand against his chest, "You are the only one who took this position. No one had ever been here."
Irish's palm was shocked with pain.
And the pain rolled through her heart like the rock had crushed her. Her breath was a little difficult.
She pulled back her hand and turned her eyes a long time later. She didn't sneer but said softly, "But Joseph, I don't know how to believe in you anymore."
****
"So, do you still believe him?" In the restaurant, Cassie solemnly asked Irish, who was sitting opposite.
Irish's hand paused, and then she did not answer. Instead, she gently looked down, chewing the vegetable, feeling it was not tasteful.
Cassie sighed, "Or I ask you in this way. How can Joseph make you trust him again?"
Irish stopped, biting her lips, and then gently shook her head after thinking for a while. "To be honest, I really don't know."
On Thursday, no matter how much Irish rejected the arrival of the day, it methodically came.
Irish came to the company at nine o'clock.
Sure enough, as soon as she entered the company, she got the girls' attention at the front desk, and she turned a blind eye to it. Clearly, it was not her fault, why should she put on the ostrich posture in front of people?
All the way, she straightened up her ridge and automatically shielded many of the eyes that fell on her.
When she was about to enter the office, a passing employee saw her and asked mysteriously, "Dr. Irish, are you making up with the manager?"
Irish was startled.
After leaving the bar, he took her back to Midtown Manhattan, and last night, he didn't go back to the courtyard.
Slightly drunk, after saying that in the bar, she stopped saying a word, and when she got home, she didn't say anything. She was too tired. And Joseph was also silent. When he got home, he hugged her silently, and kisses fell silently.
Irish did not struggle but closed her eyes tightly and obeyed his intentions.
It was as if they were playing a mime.
Joseph carried her into the bedroom in silence, took off her clothes in silence, and then pressed her in silence.
Throughout the process, Irish clenched her lips.
The man obstructed her sight, but the gasp that fell in her ear became more and more apparent.
She felt the power of the men on her body was becoming more exciting and enthusiastic.
In the end, she never dared to look him in the eye.
She knew how hot his eyesight should be over her head.
She was also afraid to look. Afraid that, at a glance, her heart was gone.
When Irish was to wake up, the color of the sky was bright, and the man who was with her last night was gone. The temperature beside was cool. He had gone to the company two or more hours ago.
Until Irish stayed in the Runestone all morning, she did not see Joseph, and she did not know whether he came to the company or the factory or was busy in the office. In short, she was never able to ask him.
Towards noon, Cassie called her and asked her if she would like to have lunch together. They would eat outside.
Irish left the office without even thinking.
There were a lot of comments on the Internet. As her good friend, Irish could not bear to let Cassie be the last person to know the truth. Therefore, there was no need for Cassie to ask, Irish told Cassie all about what had happened in this period of time.
Cassie asked her out to know what had happened. When she heard Irish describe what had happened in the hospital and later on the island and her relationship with Joseph at present, Cassie's heart was full of heartache for Irish.
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