Taking advantage of waiting for the red light, Irish affectionately hugged him, smiling, "I just think you have time to accompany me, then I am happy."
Joseph sighed, "But Irish, I do not want to fulfill my promise in this way."
He had said that he wanted to have a good vacation with her and take a good tour, but it was definitely not in such an awkward way.
Irish understood what he meant, and took the initiative to kiss his lips, saying, "Joseph, this is so good, really."
Joseph could not help reaching for her back head, pressed his face, and kissed her lips heavily.
He didn't let her go until the green light and the siren behind him urged him to go.
"All right, tie up the seat belt, and our tour starts." said Joseph, "Our Chinatown Tour has begun."
Irish smiled and nodded.
Then he added, "Honey, would you like to change your clothes first?"
"What's the matter?"
Irish held back the joy, "Nothing. Your shirt looks a little wet."
There was a little wetness on his chest.
Joseph looked down, and his hand holding the steering wheel was stiff momentarily.
It was Daisy's tears, not dry yet.
Seeing Irish still staring at him for a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "Oh, when I was packing, I accidentally spilled water."
Spilled water?
He admired his naturalness of lying.
When leaving the company, he did not notice that Daisy had left her tears on his chest when he hugged her. Perhaps he was not in a good mood, so he forgot. And it was not until he remembered that Irish reminded him.
He forgot who had told him that he never told a woman the truth when necessary, and sometimes beautiful lies are more reliable than the truth. This was the necessary time, right?
When he was driving, he felt a little uneasy, and for a moment, he felt as if he had been a bad thief. If he had been known or seen by her, he didn't know how to explain it to her.
"Oh, spilled water." Irish's voice pulled very long as if she believed, but if she listened carefully, there was a little question in it.
When she said this, she kept staring at him with deliberate eyes.
Joseph hurriedly glanced at her, saw her eyes strange, and his heart in the chest "plopped." He lived more than thirty years, and it was his first time to be seen in such a frightened way by a woman.
He just kept quiet.
Irish looked at his slightly closed lips, and the big hand holding the steering wheel looked very hard, lifting his hand to touch the wet part of his chest.
When the fingertip had just touched, Joseph pretended to take her hand easily, twisted her finger, and whispered, "What would you like to eat tonight?"
This action seemed very natural, but in Irish's eyes, it was a bit deliberate. She inadvertently remembered that once when she smelled the wine fragrance on his shirt, and she leaned forward to smell carefully, but he used a very natural way to stop her.
Once this trick was used, Irish certainly understood its intention.
Smiling, it turned out that this man had nothing new to deal with women.
"Let's go for a stroll and go back to my uncle's house for dinner." Irish did not shake off his hand but bowed her head, playing with his fingers.
She particularly enjoyed observing his fingers.
His fingers were slim and skillfully shaped, with nicely curved nails. Occasionally, when their fingers intertwined, she felt a sense of pride because those hands were skilled in the art of diamond mining. Those hands had the ability to transform ordinary stones into radiant diamonds. These valuable hands were held together with her own fingers, and on his ring finger, there was also her matching wedding ring.
Such fingers could create the most beautiful diamond, also hold her in her arms, take her long hair, touch her cheek, and even set fire to her body.
She loved it.
His fingers, and him.
Joseph saw her playing with his fingers, somehow a bit guilty.
So that is why there is a saying that says that people cannot do bad things, especially in the face of such a sensitive woman. Joseph was even afraid that she could find something on his fingers, the evidence that he had hugged Daisy, for example, fiber tissue or breath left.
But thinking about it, he felt he was overthinking.
She was not a surveyor. How did she know that? Besides, it was just a hug. How did they leave the evidence?
With such thoughts, his heartfelt somewhat more at ease.
"Don't bother, uncle," Joseph said with ease.
With the red light ahead, he slowed down and stopped.
Irish released his hand and leaned lazily against the seat. She casually remarked, "Don't be a stranger, alright? My uncle invited us to have dinner at home."
Well, he ended up being over-polite.
He looked at her in the eyes, spoiling and helpless.
Glancing at the time once more, he suggested, "Let's grab something and head straight there. We shouldn't wander around today; traffic will likely be congested."
Irish feigned annoyance and remarked, "It feels like my uncle's house is turning into a supermarket."
"You can't show up empty-handed and enjoy a free meal at your uncle's. You're old enough to understand that bringing a small gift is a gesture of gratitude," Joseph insisted. As soon as the traffic light turned green, he altered their route.
Irish had initially intended to say that even going for free would be fine, but right before the words escaped her lips, she held back. Normally, she would have made this remark as a joke, but today she hesitated because she knew he was sensitive. After all, he had recently resigned from his job.
She was convinced that he still cared.
This type of care didn't always need to be expressed verbally, especially with someone like Joseph. He would never complain about it in front of her. However, the care could be observed in the subtle details.
For instance, as soon as they boarded the car, he insisted on taking the driver's seat, and this time he was determined to buy something for her uncle.
Men have their pride, and this pride can be substantial, something that should not be challenged or mocked.
So, Irish changed her strategy.
Considering the situation, she deliberately suggested, "Oh, if you really want to bring something, buying a chess set might be a good idea. My uncle's chess pieces are sometimes used as toys by Poppy. Last time, my aunt mentioned the delicious cupcakes you brought, so maybe you could get some more for her."
Such words made Joseph quite happy.
He replied, "Then buy a new set for uncle. I'll make a call and make a reservation for cupcakes later."
"Good." Irish smiled softly.
Reflecting on it, she realized he could sometimes be quite childlike.
Irish's mobile phone buzzed as the music transitioned into a gentle piano piece. She took it out and checked the notification. It was a text message from Daisy.
She squinted slightly at Joseph.
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