Chapter 790 790: Let’s Talk About It Tomorrow

She went shopping with Cassie as she got up. Irish wanted to ask Lilith out since she was also worried about Lilith and Jay. However, Lilith was busy, and she had to decline Irish's invitation. After hesitating for a while, Irish made a call to Roy, trying to get some news about Lilith and Jay from him, but she failed since Roy refused to tell her anything. Irish had no choice but to call Jay, but before she could ask him, Jay said he was in the anti-drug center and then hung up the phone.

Irish somehow felt a little frustrated while Cassie comforted her that things would improve. They stayed at the shopping mall until they finished dinner there. It was nearly 9:00 o'clock when Irish got back home.

Joseph still didn't call her or even send her a message. Irish was not clear if he would come to her tonight because she knew that Joseph was always busy with his work. And now they remained in such an embarrassing relationship with each other, so there was no need for him to tell her if he would come to her or not.

Leaning on the couch, Irish turned on the TV but felt bored, so she went to the computer room. Irish felt so pleased to see the startling news on the website.

She didn't publish Becky's psychological report, and people were curious about it. Although Becky's agency declared that it was a piece of fake news, Irish knew that Beck was still trapped in trouble.

Irish had to admit that she was sly because even if she knew that the rumors about Becky would stop as long as she published the psychological report, she didn't do that. Although it was she who caused the trouble, it didn't mean that she would like to resolve it.

The news about Becky's reminded Irish of Britney and Joseph's words. She was curious to know if Joseph really hoped Britney would be the endorser. Thinking of this, Irish gradually felt annoyed and turned off the computer. Looking up at the clock, she found it was already 11:00 pm when she happened to hear footsteps outside the door. A sense of nervousness occurred to her. 'Is Joseph back?' Irish thought to herself. She suddenly remembered the galloping car yesterday, but she still tried to convince herself that it was not Joseph.

Stepping out, Irish found that Joseph did come back.

He had just changed his shoes, and he happened to see Irish going downstairs in her white night skirt. She wore her hair loose with a cute hairpin.

She looked so adorable, but obviously, it was not her style. 'Why is she dressed like this? Who does she want to show? Joseph wondered with a frown.

Irish put down her hairpin as she found that Joseph gazed at it motionless. She bought it in the shopping mall with Cassie since she felt it was in a special color.

Throwing his coat on the couch, Joseph was about to go upstairs.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" asked Joseph casually when he walked by.

Irish didn't reply since she felt it was just a conventional greeting.

Walking a few steps, Joseph looked back but found that Irish still stood there without moving. Hesitant, he stepped back to her.

Reaching out, Joseph held her waist. "Are you angry with me?" asked Joseph in a low voice.

Irish couldn't convince her to accept him just as before, but she still felt familiar with his warm chest and his breath. She kept silent with her thin lips beamed into a line.

She was worried that a storm would come after this peaceful moment. Seeing she still kept silent, Joseph held her face, staring at her for quite a while. Irish's heart beat so fast under his gaze, so she avoided looking into his eyes. Finally, Joseph tightened his arms and heaved a sigh. "Honey, I was so busy with my work until midnight yesterday, so I didn't get back," explained Joseph.

Irish felt like crying as she heard his explanation.

"It's getting late. It's time to go to bed," Joseph urged her. He kissed her cheek gently and then went upstairs. Irish knew that he was going to take a shower.

His warmth around her gradually faded as he walked away, but Irish had an unknown foreboding. But she was unable to figure out what was wrong. She also went upstairs after thinking for a while. Joseph was lying on the bed when she got in the room. It was easy to tell that he was really tired since he was lying there with his eyes closed. Irish gently went over, lay down, and then reached out to turn off the light.

As soon as she lay down, Joseph got close to her with his warm chest against her back. Shocked, Irish was stiff.

He held her waist, allowing her to sleep with her back to him, and then tightened his arms. A few minutes later, Irish was disturbed by his hot breath, so she moved slightly. "Honey, I am too tired, so you better not move again," Joseph whispered in his husky yet deep voice.

Hearing this, Irish dared not to move again.

Joseph changed his position and buried his face in her neck. Irish felt itchy as his sharp nose touched her neck. She could hear his sound breath, which mixed with hers. She was sleepless somehow and wondered what he was busy with these days. Perhaps he was busy with his work, but he may also have dealt with his private affairs. However, Irish dared not to think too much about this issue because she was afraid that she would lose her sleep for the whole night. Joseph also sensed that, so he tightened his arms again and asked," You want me tonight?"

Irish felt that her heart twisted into a knot, her mouth parched, and her tongue scorched. "No," replied Irish briefly. He had never asked for her opinion every time he wanted to have sex with her before.

"Then why don't you sleep yet?"

"I was already asleep," Irish mumbled.

Joseph burst into soft laughter as he heard this. Hesitant, she turned to his face to face. Seeing this, Joseph gently held her head, his chin on her head.

It was peaceful. A few seconds later, Irish finally asked, "What are you doing these days?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Irish, I am really tired. I want to sleep right now." Joseph replied in a low voice with his eyes closed. Irish said nothing and also closed her eyes, trying to prevent herself from thinking over it.

The clock ticked, and both of them breathed soundly. However, the doorbell suddenly interrupted this peaceful moment. Startled, Irish sat up abruptly, but Joseph had fallen asleep.

Irish hastily went downstairs and opened the door. It was Jordan standing outside.

"Where is my brother?" Jordan asked irritably.