Irish felt that Joseph was the man who loved her deeply in this world when he finally found her and held her in his arms, saying that it was his fault all over again. She didn't care if they trusted each other, and she could not control her deep love for him. And it was at that moment Irish realized that she couldn't leave him at all. It was just like he said that we couldn't live without each other. But what she could give him now was to warm him with her body because she had nothing. But even if she would like to take the risk, Irish was not sure if Joseph would agree.
Joseph pinched her chin, looking into her eyes with his eyebrows knitted. "So our marriage is just a tool for you?" Josepht said in a rather cold voice.
Gazing at him, Irish replied, "You did the same thing before, didn't you?"
"That is because I didn't meet the true love," Joseph responded with harsh eyes staring at her. Irish's heart twitched as she heard this.
Her tearful eyes stung his eyes, so Joseph loosened his grip and lowered his voice. "I am not going to do this. It's so absurd."
Irish clenched her hands like a dead duck. She kept silent for a long time since she didn't know how to respond. A few minutes later, she said in a husky voice, "Please, please?"
Joseph's eyebrow was knitted into a knot. He got up and said angrily, "We either don't get married, or we really get married. I am not going to pretend to marry you."
Irish glared at him; her eyes trembled slightly.
"No one could help you with this. Uncle Steven must think it is natural for you to get married to me. Even if you ask another man to pretend to marry you, I am sure Uncle Steven may be doubtful about that. And then he might be more worried about you," Joseph continued. It was no wonder that he was a capable businessman since he always had clear thinking. Although he was indignant, he was clear about where her soft spot was.
Irish clearly understood it, and that was why she asked Joseph to get married to her. That was the only way her Uncle Steven would believe her. It was impossible for her to tell her Uncle Steven that she would get married to another man.
Joseph looked down at her and added, "I can understand that you want to get married to me for your uncle. But we have to be a legal couple."
"No... I can't," Irish spat in a shaky voice.
Hearing this, Joseph clenched his hands into fists and then raised his voice, "Then go and get help from others."
"Joseph, you can't push me so hard!"
"Why can't I?"
"Because I..." Irish suddenly broke off in mid-sentence.
"Because what?" Joseph was a bit annoyed.
Irish buried her head in a quilt, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Joseph calmed down and sat back beside her. "Irish, what are you going to talk about with me?"
'Does she really hate me so much? But it contradicts what she acted in the lane earlier today,' Joseph thought to himself.
Hesitated, Irish then looked up, her eyes filled with tears.
Seeing this, Joseph felt so sorrowful. He couldn't help but hold her in his arms. "Irish, is it so difficult to marry me? I don't think we can't be with each other anymore." Joseph said softly.
Irish leaned on his shoulders, shaking her head slightly, and muttered, "Joseph, it is really impossible for us to be together."
Joseph held her arms, looking into her eyes, and then said sincerely. "But it is just what you think."
Irish raised her head slightly, staring at his Adam's apple but dared not look into his eyes.
"Joseph, the doctor said that perhaps I don't have a chance to be a mother in my lifetime. You like children, right? Can you bear that your wife couldn't have a baby with you? Can you bear to start a family with me? Can you bear the ironic remarks of others? We can't keep our relationship, although we love each other. Children are also a significant tie to maintaining a family. Our relationship may change someday since we can't have a baby," Irish finally decided to be honest with him.
After hearing this, Joseph felt like being struck by lightning. He was almost frozen, sitting there still in astonishment like a chump.
"So..." Irish tried her best to calm down but still felt dizzy. Finally, she uncovered the truth that caused a big scar between them, bleeding with blood and painful memories. "So, we can't get married. It is not suitable for us to be together."
Irish just expressed her last words hard, and her voice disappeared in the cold air.
Joseph beside her just sat there without any words, with the figure upright and mouth closed. His silent look frightened others, but the tight eyebrows showed his complicated mind.
The atmosphere got so cold and strange.
In this way, they didn't talk anymore, as if the cold air had frozen them.
Irish just leaned her face on the quilt, but her heart hurt severely. She hadn't thought about how to hide this thing and just hoped it would be delayed even for one day.
To be honest, she was just afraid of being disliked.
When Cinderella met the Prince, she tried to act like a princess with a beautiful dress, delicate pumpkin cart, and shining crystal shoes. Actually, this story didn't intend to tell people that a poor girl could be a princess one day, it just proved what a perfect match meant.
The Prince could only be with the Princess, so Cinderella must act like a princess. Otherwise, if she just appeared with a dirty face and ragged clothes, the Prince won't fall in love with her at first sight.
See, even the fairy tale told people that only if they did their best that they could meet the best man. Princess got this idea and hid her dignity with a delicate dress and unique crystal shoes, so she finally married the Prince.
However, in fact, these Cinderella girls pursued by the Prince wouldn't take the Prince to visit her cheap house and just wanted to show her best side.
Irish had thought that she was a princess, and actually, she was just a Cinderella girl. The only difference was that she had a delicate dress and shoes, but her own condition couldn't empower her to be with the Prince forever.
He was successful. How could he just accept such a faulty woman? Even if he could accept for the time being, how about the future? When he saw other children running and playing and heard others talking about children, wouldn't he be regretful?
Irish dared not to take this adventure, so she just postponed it and just wanted to enjoy his care, but finally, this day came and just came in this way.
Joseph liked children. Otherwise, he wouldn't be silent and just frown.
Time just passed second by second.
Irish could see the conclusion.
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