Initially, Irish had dismissed it, attributing it to her father's longing for her mother and his mental associations.
But now, it all seemed incredibly strange.
As Irish remained lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard the elevator indicator light illuminate.
Startled, she jolted to her feet, causing the cushion to tumble to the floor.
The elevator ascended, and it's doors slowly opened, revealing Joseph standing before her. Irish, overcome with relief, rushed towards him, embracing him without a moment's hesitation.
Taken aback, Joseph hadn't anticipated Irish's sudden embrace. She threw herself into his arms, clinging to him like a vulnerable creature. Hastily, Joseph stepped out of the elevator, holding her tightly.
Joseph could sense the dampness on his chest, realizing that Irish's tears had soaked his shirt.
Gently lifting her face, Joseph discovered that Irish's cheeks were stained with tears.
"What's wrong?" Joseph asked in a soft voice, instantly realizing that she must have been frightened by the police.
Irish tried to break free from his grasp but eventually buried her face in his arms once more.
Feeling her trembling, Joseph carefully lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the couch, where they huddled together.
Irish's tear-streaked face was concealed by her long hair, drenched by her weeping. Joseph lowered his head and noticed that her thick eyelashes were also adorned with tear droplets. They merged together, forming small glistening trails that finally rolled down.
As her tears cascaded onto his chest, wetting his shirt, they also warmed Joseph's heart.
He instinctively leaned in, his gaze fixed on her lips.
However, Irish spoke in a choked voice, "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight." Her concern extended far beyond the surface reason.
Startled by her words, Joseph quickly understood the depth of her worry.
"I'm sorry," he whispered softly by her ear, tightening his embrace as a sense of remorse washed over him.
Looking up at him, Irish voiced her complaint, "Why were you late? You said you would come back early."
There was a tinge of annoyance in her tone, albeit an unjustified one. Joseph observed her eyes, burning with anger yet concealing hidden anxiety.
She was afraid of losing him.
Joseph's heart ached, and he tenderly kissed her lips.
Her tears tasted bitter, and she reciprocated by sealing her lips, expressing her discontent.
Joseph licked her lips again and over again, managing to cool her down. He rubbed her lips affectionately and soothed her uneasiness patiently.
Irish couldn't help but burst into tears, falling to her lips.
Irish began to kiss him, bursting with passion as if to complain about his late return. Joseph allowed her to vent her anger until she took a bite of his tongue.
Joseph felt an ache, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he bent down and pressed against her.
Joseph also became enamored and turned to be naughty.
They dropped off each other's clothes.
Irish could feel his erect penis, but she was still sobbing and was unable to control herself.
Joseph also felt sorrowful, and he held her face, wiping her tears for her. Irish hugged him tight and was reluctant to loosen her grip.
Joseph slipped into her body and moved violently. Irish choked and scratched his shoulder with her nail embedded in his skin.
"Joseph..." Irish called him again and over again.
She could feel his temperature. Irish was fascinated by his wooden fragrance deeply and couldn't extricate it.
Irish's profound love for Joseph had consumed her completely.
She couldn't deny that Joseph had brought her romance and love, but it also seemed to plunge her into the depths of despair. Irish questioned whether they should have been together from the start.
Despite their different backgrounds and the challenges they faced, they had chosen to marry each other.
Perhaps, from that very moment, they were destined to navigate a path strewn with obstacles.
As Irish's declaration of love moved Joseph, he leaned closer, enfolding her in a tight embrace, moving with gentle tenderness.
"Irish, I don't want to see you cry," Joseph whispered softly in her ear.
After their passionate encounter, Joseph went to take a shower.
The soft light cast a hazy glow on Irish's face. Her hair cascaded loosely, entangling around her shoulders. However, her complexion appeared pale, with her thick eyelashes veiling her emotions.
Joseph emerged from the bathroom and settled down beside her. He reached out, encircling Irish from behind, while Irish relished this tranquil moment with him.
Joseph's chest radiates warmth, and the steady beat of his heart provides Irish with a comforting sense of security.
Moving closer, Joseph placed gentle kisses on her shoulder. Irish's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her cheeks retained a rosy flush.
The room was enveloped in silence, allowing them to cherish this tranquil moment.
Irish placed her hands over Joseph's palm, and he interlocked his fingers with hers.
"Joseph, I'm so afraid of losing you," she murmured, her voice still choking with emotion.
Joseph gazed at the side of her face and responded, "You won't lose me unless you stop loving me."
Irish opened her eyes and turned towards him.
They were so close that their lips almost grazed her forehead, yet Irish still felt a lingering uneasiness.
"I will love you forever," Irish affirmed firmly, locking her gaze with his. Joseph's heart warmed at her words, and he grinned in response.
"But why did you listen to Ruby and stay there? If you had rejected her that night, you wouldn't be trapped in such a dilemma," Irish continued, seeking an explanation.
Joseph remained silent, his gaze fixed on Irish.
Caught in his intense stare, Irish felt adrift.
After a prolonged silence, she spoke once more, "Do you know that your clothes are wet?"
The uneasiness began to dissipate. Joseph reached out, gently lifting Irish's head so that their eyes met.
Irish locked her gaze with his, and within his eyes, she could see her own sense of helplessness reflected back at her.
Joseph's eyes seemed clouded, and his expression turned serious upon hearing Irish's words.
"Do you not trust me?" Joseph asked in a low but solemn voice.
Irish felt a pang in her heart, and instead of speaking, she simply shook her head.
After a brief pause, she continued, "Joseph, you're mistaken. I do trust you. I'm simply trying to find a way to dispel any suspicions against you. I've been tormented every day, and that's why I've felt resentful. Why did you find yourself alone with Ruby in the conference room that night?"
Joseph listened attentively, understanding that Irish's words stemmed from her concern for him. The dimness in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"What else do you want to say?" Joseph asked in a soft, reassuring voice.
Irish clung to Joseph, burying her face in his arms, taking in the comforting scent of his cologne.
"I hate the feeling of being left in the dark, not knowing anything about you," Irish confessed.
Joseph tightened his embrace and once again pressed his lips to hers.
After a few moments, he gradually released his hold and spoke in a husky voice, "I don't care if others trust me, but I care about your opinion."
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