Irish didn't know why he selected this day to hold their wedding. "Aunt Mary is right. Now that we have decided to get married, then it makes no difference which day to hold the wedding," Joseph's soft voice came.
"But Aunt said that after you told her the wedding date," Irish responded anxiously.
Joseph was amused by Irish's reaction and then continued, "Irish, I also want to get married as soon as possible." He said and then glimpsed at her, adding, "Although it is a little bit hasty. It is the weekend, and it is convenient, so don't worry. I will prepare everything. Just do what you ought to do. Leave all these to me. I can handle it."
After hearing this, Irish pouted her mouth and said, "But I can't just sit back and leave all these to you."
Joseph kept silent for a while since he knew what she was worried about. "Don't think too much. Let nature take its course," comforted Joseph.
Irish could not tell if he referred to what happened to her Uncle Steven or if he referred to their marriage.
"Then what do I need to do?" She asked. She still thought she had to do something for their wedding.
However, after she finished her sentence, Joseph held her hands and kissed them gently with a smile. "Yes, there are two things that need your help. You have to think about who we must invite to attend our wedding, and you can give me a list. And I will inform them and send them an invitation card."
Irish was tickled by his beard, so she withdrew her hand and mumbled, "You look like my boss right now."
"Don't be narrow-minded," joked Joseph.
"I am not," Irish pouted her lips while rolling her eyes at him. "Well, what about the second thing?" she continued.
The road ahead was now cleared, and Joseph began to speed up, and the buildings on both sides passed quickly.
"The second thing is even easier. Just love me all your life."
Irish's heart quickly lifted with speed. She moved her eyesight away and said, "I didn't marry you because I loved you. If it hadn't been for my Uncle's illness, I wouldn't have married you."
People always do something outrageous at the most urgent moment.
Yesterday morning, for example, she rushed into the conference room barefoot and told him not to marry Rosy.
It was a humiliating scene. There were others in the conference room who must have thought she was proposing to him.
The man in front of her, well, made her more embarrassed. And she thought that if she said so, he would be happy or have other more intense behavior. At the same time, his mood was the same as his behavior, calm and steady, as if he had already expected it.
She hated his calmness!
Now that she had lost her face, why couldn't she win him verbally?
When he heard that, he was not angry but gave her a knock on the head, which made her cry. Then she hit him with a loud complaint. "You beat a woman?!"
Joseph couldn't help but smile and said, "Is that a big shame for you to marry me? Ever since you proposed to me, you have been angry right?"
"Joseph!" Irish widened her eyes and said, "Who proposed to you?"
"Yesterday morning, you, in front of everyone in the conference room." Joseph's tone was relaxed.
Irish was in a hurry to save herself. "That's not a proposal, never!"
"Oh? What is it then if it's not a proposal?" Joseph winked at her.
Irish's face was blushing, and she even felt like she was proposing, so she couldn't blame others for misunderstanding her act. Licking her lips, she gnashed her teeth and said, "I'm not getting married because I love you. It's not because of love." She pouted like a child.
Joseph, however, rarely had a good temper and nodded. "Okay, I get it."
"You knew it already? I don't love you, is it okay with you?"
Joseph raised his lips, "It is the first time in my life that a woman has proposed to me, and the sense of achievement was overwhelming."
Irish blushed, and the next moment she beat him.
He couldn't get out of his way, and he could just make room for her to hold her in. "Little girl, I'm driving. Are you going to murder your husband?"
Irish stopped moving, and her heart thumped and let him hold her intimately.
Seeing her silence, Joseph clenched her hand.
"Are you in a better mood now?" He asked.
Only then did Irish understand his good intentions, and her nose was sour?
On the way to her Aunt's house, Joseph's cell phone kept ringing. At first, he did not answer, then one after another rang, and he had no option but to pick up the call.
Irish told him to return to work first, and he was a little worried about her, but because of his busy work schedule, he had to go and told her that she should get a good night's sleep, and he would come to her as soon as he finished his work.
Knowing that the fall season's new product was imminent, Irish nodded and asked him not to be distracted by her.
Joseph drove away. Irish entered the door, and the room was very quiet. No longer did his Uncle sing a song, and his Aunt spoke in a loud voice and let him stop for a while. The often lively home suddenly became cold, which really made Irish sad.
Jay called her and chatted briefly. He said he'd be in the hospital that night and advised her to relax. She was relieved, but at the same time, she was afraid that Jay's behavior would lead to her Uncle's doubt. Jay suddenly noticed her reluctance, he hastily assured her, "Things will be alright. My dad likes being surrounded by people. I'll play chess with him."
There was a burst of tension in Irish's heart.
Yes, Uncle, that man had always been lively. She sadly thought.
Usually, in the martial arts hall, he pretended to be serious, but when at home, he was like an old child. The more ferocious her Aunt was to him, the more he giggled.
She took a simple shower, took two changed clothes for her Aunt, and packed the bag before she felt that she was out of strength.
In the early days of May, it was cloudy and sunny.
Outside the window, there was a spring, but she did not know whether, in the next second, it would change the temperature.
It was similar to her. The last second, she was happy, the next second, she was sad.
Although Irish was tired, her brain was abnormally clear. She couldn't sleep, and when she closed her eyes, she was afraid. The mobile phone was in her pocket, and she was afraid of the phone call from the hospital.
The setting sun was dragging its tail, a little sinking in the sky.
The last light converged, leaving only a near-red shadow.
Someone knocked at the door.
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