The light in the room became dimmer and dimmer again.
From Joseph's point of view, there was a beauty that could not be said. There was a thin fog in her eyes. She was very cute, and for a time, there was a kind of full love filling his chest.
He could not help but bow his head, and his thin lips covered her little mouth.
Irish froze, and by the time she reacted, his kiss was already on her. She hurriedly pushed him away, moved her face aside, and breathed a little urgently. "Is everything all right? I'm going home. I'm tired."
He still clasped her, bowed his head, kissed her, and his breath swept along her side face.
The breathing of the two was tangled, and she could hear his aggravated breathing.
"I won't force you to attend the general meeting. I'll tell you afterwards, of course, what important decisions the company has made." He said in a low voice in her ears.
Joseph's words made Irish more confused. Listening to Daisy's call earlier, the man wanted to kill her.
"You haven't answered your phone. I'm worried about what happened to you." Joseph's lips pressed gently on her ears as if to tell his concern and as if to attach emotionally to her.
She felt that her breath was covered by his breath, and that was the strong breath of men. His apathy may be cruel, but his tenderness was crueler than his apathy and mercilessly hurt her heart. And she began to shrink.
She hated herself like this.
Even when she did not see him, she would be so convinced of her apathy and resentment, but after seeing him, even if she looked at him so far away, her heart could not be controlled, let alone be so gentle with each other.
She scolded herself for her contempt!
The feeling of suffering from the contradiction of forgiveness and unease drove her mad.
"I'm fine." Irish shrank and tried to avoid his lips as much as possible.
Joseph seemed to deliberately tease her. She shunned, and his lips fell down, and he gnawed down her neck.
She had to turn around and put her hands on his strong chest to avoid it. "Joseph!"
Joseph's eyes became darker and brighter in the gloom, he smiled and said, "I'll let you go if you admit you're jealous."
"Why should I say that?" Irish felt sore in her arms.
"Well, I say."
She was puzzled and stared at him. "I'll be jealous." Joseph stared at her, and his eyes were like a torch, "Every time a man approaches you, I will be jealous. Isabel, I admit that I am going crazy with jealousy, Fredrick, Leo, Adam, and Anthony, who pretends to be Adam, and so on."
His eyes were hot, and she looked flushed in his eyes. But he refused her to avoid them.
"And." He added a sentence.
Irish had to look him in the eyes.
His eyes, however, seemed to have contracted a trace of pain, and his lips were close to her, and he pronounced a name in a low voice. "And Jordan, I don't want him to see you."
Irish trembled all over, and she did not react, Joseph's kiss completely fell down.
Between the lips, there was a power of tenderness.
Then his breath came to her face.
When his tongue was twisted with hers, Irish suddenly reacted and pushed him away, yelling unpleasantly. "You are mad, he is your brother!"
When Joseph saw her unhappy, he whispered, "All right, just think of me as a crazy man." He was obedient.
Irish looked at him for a long time before she was a little relieved. Although he was not angry, he was, after all, a man who was used to it. By his age, everything had been set for a long time. In many cases, he had to allow others to adapt, not to adapt to others without limitation.
Thinking of what Cassie said, in fact, she was right. It was the best way to let it go without knowing what to do. What's more, she asked for him.
It could be seen that Joseph tried his best to maintain peace between them. When he saw her eyebrows loosen, he sighed and took her hand. "Isabel, I will be very busy this time."
She could hear that he was clearly explaining his condition to her, with a slight tremble in her heart, and she said "Okay" without saying anything more.
Joseph circled her shoulder and said gently, "I'll take you to dinner."
Irish allowed him to pull her hand up and saw him put on his coat, and she said, "Tomorrow afternoon, I'd like to take leave."
Joseph stopped and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"I have something to do." She could not say anything about Jordan. Let alone what he had just said to her. He would have to be furious if he knew about Jordan's matter.
Joseph's eyes fell on her. "Is it serious? Can I help you?"
"No, I can handle it alone." She was frightened.
But fortunately, Joseph did not seem to see the tension she had been running through. He thought a little bit and nodded, "Okay, call me if you have anything to do."
It was rare.
That day, Joseph was easy to negotiate to the extreme.
"You..." She hesitated.
He was laughing, "What's up?"
"Why didn't I hear you deducting my bonus?"
Joseph heard that his lips rose a little, rubbed her head hard, "Buckle your money, so next time my wallet won't suffer. The gain is not worth the loss. Let's go to dinner."
He took her hand.
She looked down at his hand, and her heart was mixed with many feelings.
However, he went hand in hand with her.
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Friday was always exciting. What just made Irish nervous was the test at two o'clock in the afternoon.
At noon, she and Cassie were going to eat in the staff restaurant. Roy bought Cassie a car. It was pink, as lovely as a peach. And Irish borrowed it.
That day, Irish didn't drive. She wanted to finish lunch and hurried to get there, so she could only borrow Cassie's car.
"Why can't you drive his car?"
"No, no. I can't." Irish informed her of all that had happened yesterday and of all that had happened to Jordan.
Cassie was surprised, "You've done so much, and he's not angry?"
Irish also nodded and asked Cassie, "Do you think he has a plan for me?"
Cassie shook her head.
After lunch, Irish drove all the way to the racecourse in a pink car. The temperature of the afternoon became hot. She exited the car, and the hot air heated her up. As soon as she stood still, she heard Leo shouting at her side, "Irish, this way, hurry up!"
Looking at him under the sun, Irish found him dressed leisurely. He stood on the track waving at her while Jordan was checking the car. When he saw her coming, he felt happy and waved to her too.
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