The dinner was excellent.
It was clear that Joseph also did not expect Irish to be a good wife after marrying him. All the dishes on the table were from the hands of external chefs, colorful and fragrant. Irish was also really hungry, so she gobbled, and soon, the table which had pleased their eyes was replaced by the remaining.
Looking at her gobbling, Joseph got used to it. And he maintained an unchanging elegant posture. He slowly ate, but when he really could not bear her image, he would also remind the opposite woman, "Slow down, no one robbed your food."
And then he would get up to fill her with a glass of fresh juice. Irish always felt that he was treating her as if she was his daughter. Irish revitalized as she finished eating while her exhaustion began to fade away. "I am going to open the gift now," said Irish cheerfully.
"Wait!" said Joseph abruptly. He was reading the newspaper on the couch.
Confused, Irish turned to him and asked, "What?"
"Come over here," Joseph beckoned her in a rather peaceful voice.
"I said I am going to open the gift," Irish responded.
Their friends and family members presented their many gifts with dedicated packaging, and Irish was so curious to find out what they were.
To her excitement, Sahra delivered a big box to her while Irish was so eager to open it up because she felt that it might be a surprise prepared by Sahra.
However, Joseph just ignored her sentence, looked up at her, and said, "Don't be so anxious. Come here first."
Though reluctant, Irish stepped to him, her mouth pouting.
"What do you want to do?" Irish asked.
"Just stop for a while. Don't act like a monkey jumping up and down."
"Did you say I look like a monkey?" Irish said while rolling her eyes at him.
"I mean, you need to take a break. You just finished your meal," Joseph explained patiently.
"But there are so many gifts. It will take me a long time to open those gifts."
"Those gifts all belong to you. You have a lot of time to handle this," Joseph said.
"Why do you still restrain me? I am not a kid," Irish complained.
"It is because you are my wife." Joseph burst out laughing.
"How long do I need to sit here?"
"At least 15 minutes."
Irish had no choice but to follow his words. As soon as the time was up, Irish got up and rushed to storage.
She whistled, and her cheerful voice resounded in the living room. Seeing this, Joseph shook his head but felt relieved.
However, it was impossible for Joseph to be absorbed in reading since Irish kept open the gift excitedly in the storage room. "Wow, I like it! That's a wonderful gift!" Irish's voice echoed.
Joseph sat there without looking up, forcing himself to focus on the newspaper.
"Joseph, come here. Look at this. It is a golden lotus!" Irish shouted in an excited voice.
"Who did give us this? It must be a rich big boss. But why was he so generous? Does he want to bribe you?" Irish asked abruptly,
Joseph was amused by her words and then replied with a big smile, "I am just a businessman. Why did he want to bribe me? Irish, you are drowning in the wildest fantasy."
Irish kept silent as she heard this because she was focusing on those gifts and ignored his words.
"Wow!" She gave a cry again while Joseph was shocked by her sudden exclamation.
Joseph felt his ears tingling since Irish kept chattering in the storage room nearby.
"Joseph, why are your friends so generous?" Irish's voice rang again.
Joseph also realized that it was impossible for him to read the newspaper without getting interrupted, so he just put it down and walked into the storage room. However, he was shocked again as he stepped into the room.
More than a thousand people attended their wedding, so it was natural for them to receive so many gifts. However, when he walked in, he found Irish sitting over the gifts with her legs crossed. She looked so weird as Irish was dressed in a court robe with a sari over her head.
"Come here, sir. Let me tell fortunes for you," Irish said like a witch. She turned to Joseph, showing off the round moonstone to him, which was surely gifted by her friend, who was clear about Irish's favorites.
It was not until then Joseph understood the meaning of the old saying that birds of a feather flock together. Irish liked to collect those novels' stuff, so her friends hit on what he liked. Joseph wondered why he would fall in love with such a woman since their characteristics were totally different.
But Joseph could tell that the moonstone in her hands looked great. Although Joseph was a diamond businessman, he had to study all kinds of jewelry. Although the moonstone was not as expensive as the diamond, it was always called the woman's lucky stone. Therefore, it was welcomed by women, especially young girls.
The moonstone was shining under the light. Although Joseph just took a glimpse at it, he was aware that the moonstone in Irish's hands was shining blue from a different angle. In this way, Joseph could tell that this moonstone was from Sri Lanka with good quality and a high price. Joseph stumbled into the gifts and finally sat beside her.
"Okay. Then please help me to predict if my wife will follow my words in the future," Joseph winked at her.
"But I need to charge a large sum of money if you want me to tell fortunes," Irish added, rolling her eyes at him.
"Is it more expensive than your consultation fee?"
"Yes, it is ten times more costly than my consultation fee."
"Well, I will pay you. But I also care about the answer," Joseph replied, who was determined to tease her.
After hearing this, Irish put the moonstone aside and said, rolling her eyes, "Well, then come here earlier tomorrow. The time for divination has passed.
"But you didn't even solve any problem for me," Joseph added with a sly smile.
"It is because I am tired. The master always gets many things to deal with every day,"
Irish started opening the gifts as she finished her sentence while Joseph just stared at her with a soft smile beside her since he felt relieved.
Irish preferred to open those big boxes, so when she finally took up a small delicate box, she was reluctant to open it.
Joseph was able to read her mind and said, "What if it is priceless jewelry?"
As soon as he finished his words, Irish opened them up. When she opened the box, the shining red light dazzled her eyes.
It was a pair of earrings.
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