Irish was not fearful but felt resentful.
She felt exhausted and began to hate Joseph. If he had never shown up in her life and if she had never met him, Irish wouldn't be broken-hearted like this.
They had broken with each other, and they should break all ties, but why did he start to get a rise out of her again? And he even took Irish to Suzhou. It took her a long time to calm down, but Irish started to worry about Daisy's words. However, when they arrived in Suzhou, Joseph was busy with his business affairs and couldn't be seen for the whole day. Although Irish was clear that Joseph must be dealing with his business, she couldn't help but wonder if he stayed with Rosy at the right moment.
It was Joseph who bothered Irish's life.
'He said that he was tired and clapped out to deal with these things with me. But what is he doing right now? Why did he take me here?' Irish thought in her mind.
Irish exhausted her ability to push Joseph away as he bent down at her, with her tearful eyes staring at him. "Don't come beside me! Get away from me," shouted Irish.
Joseph did drink some alcohol at night, but he was completely drunk. He threw away his cold face but changed into another person as the strong drink began to creep up into his head. Reaching out, Joseph gripped her hands, and his face lowered down.
Seeing this, Irish hastily turned aside, avoiding his kiss. "Joseph, what are you going to do?" Irish choked.
"I am going to fuck you!" replied Joseph without any hesitation.
Irish gasped after hearing this, and she was also startled by Joseph since he rarely acted so agitatedly. He had never said such rude words to Irish, but now he acted abnormally, with his red eyes gazing at Irish as if a fierce beast.
"Joseph, we have broken up. Go and find Rosy," Irish growled while beating his chest. However, she failed to push him away, and instead, Joseph kept his body unmoved.
"Broken up? Irish, I had never agreed to break up with you. I am not going to let you go. I will tie you for the rest of your life wherever you go!" said Joseph while gripping her arms. He was so irritated that his handsome face was screwed.
Irish couldn't help but burst into tears. "Are you really drunk, or do you pretend not to know? You agreed to break up with me when I mentioned it that day! But now, why are you still holding me?"
Joseph gritted his teeth and shivered, lowering his head and taking a bit at her lips.
"Ouch!" Irish shouted at him.
Joseph loosened his grip but still pressed against her on the bed. "Irish, I am not drunk. And I also remembered what happened that day. You said that you wanted to end our relationship, and I agreed because I wanted to end the ridiculous agreement between us. But I never said that I was going to break up with you. You are still my girlfriend! You are mine. Are you going to get rid of me? No way!"
"Joseph! You are a dick!" It was not until then Irish realized that she was fooled by him.
Joseph also roared at her with rage, "Yes, I am a dick. It was because I felt that I was going to lose you. Do you think I have had a good time these two weeks? No, I feel that I have fallen into a dark ravine. But why are you so cold? Didn't you miss me? Do you still love me or not anymore? If you said you don't love me anymore, then why didn't you move out of my room? Why did you sleep here these two days? Why were you unhappy when you met Rosy here? And why do you act like a spoiled kid, as usual, before me? Why are you crying?" Joseph asked a series of questions that were all offensive. Although Irish wanted to return fire, she mumbled and finally cried her eyes out. She missed his warm chest as well as his wooden fragrance.
"You can't treat me like this. You are so cruel," Irish stammered with sobs.
Joseph grabbed her clothes and said, while staring into her eyes, "No, you are wrong. I can treat you like this because you are my woman. Irish, you are the one who is cruel. You didn't even give me a chance, and you can't feel my love for you," Joseph murmured sincerely.
Joseph kissed her again when she was about to say something. She couldn't move but sobbed like a poor kid, as if she was pouring her grievance to him. Seeing this, Joseph held her tightly, and then his hand slipped into her clothes. Gradually, both of them had physiological reactions. Irish was exhausted by Joseph's enthusiasm. Tears kept trickling down her cheeks, but she also held him. Her rational mind was dashed into pieces when he entered her body.
Even if they both pretended to be indifferent, they had never forgotten each other's breath. They both missed each other every day, but they suppressed the misery deep in their hearts.
Joseph held her in his arms and kissed her hair which was wet from her tears. His lips touched Irish's hot cheek, and he said in a low voice, "I really miss you. It almost drove me crazy." He wanted to hold her, kiss her and allow her to act in a pettishly charming manner. He didn't care about anything as long as she stayed with him.
An unnamed feeling occurred to Irish again, and she was unable to control her tears. Their cheeks clung together so they could feel each other.
"Irish, why is it so hard for us to be with each other?" mumbled Joseph in a low and frustrated voice.
"Can we still trust each other? Can we?" Irish asked in a shaky voice.
"You are right. It is hard for us to trust each other. But I still miss you every day. I can't imagine what I would do when you stay with another man someday. I can't bear that. I am sure I will kill them away if that happens someday," Joseph blurted out sorrowfully.
"Joseph, kill me then. I really want to get rid of all this bullshit! It makes me feel so painful," Irish responded while sobbing.
She felt uneasy, and the pain suffocated her. Gradually, tears blurred her eyes.
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