Chapter 816 816: Won’t You Admit It Yet?

Joseph felt so anguished when he saw her tearful eyes. He lowered his head, kissing Irish's eyes. He also hoped she would get out of this if it were possible. Irish was intoxicated with his kiss and was reluctant to loosen her grip.

Gradually, his body was ardent again, and he hoped to get tangled with her body. If there was a way to remember each other, then it must be this beautiful moment when their bodies were intertwined with each other. At least, when they separated, they could still remember their warmth. That was enough!

Irish always believed that people would come over through many hardships and then find a way to go. And that time, they must be enlightened. It was our more or less dumb sense of what life honestly and deeply meant.

However, she couldn't expect what the future might be with Joseph, and it seemed that their relationship had come to an end. Perhaps Joseph was also at a loss since he may also not know how to deal with their relationship. Should they continue or just let it go? There were no answers.

Therefore, he was so enthusiastic last night. He looked so crazy, as if he was moaning over their faded trust in each other.

They went to the Light Town the next day. It was heard from Daisy that they came with the designer, who was specially invited to discuss some problems with embroidery specialists. Irish knew that the embroidery specialist must be the man who they had come to visit last time.

Irish woke up in Joseph's arms in the morning. He didn't go out early as usual but touched her gently when she opened her eyes. Irish looked into his eyes silently and suddenly understood that both of them were exhausted by their love. Indeed, Joseph was as perplexed as Irish, but he was trying to go through these hard times in a mild way until they got used to each other again.

Although he didn't need to get out immediately, he answered many phone calls for his business. He was always busy with business. Irish turned around and felt a little bit cold since the warmth gradually faded.

Joseph held her as he finished the phone call. His thin lips touched her shoulders and warmed her little by little.

"Irish, we can't separate from each other. Won't you admit it yet? I know you want my heart. Am I right?" Joseph questioned, with his hands slipping down.

Irish felt her heart was broken, but her body got seething again.

Joseph muted his phone and then pressed against her body to occupy her body once again. Sometimes adults were not as considerate as people expected. The way that they used to solve problems was simple, just as the children usually did. Joseph and Irish were no exception. They decided to curve each other with their bodies since mutual trust was hard for them.

"Irish? Irish, are you okay?" Daisy asked who had called Irish's name several times but didn't get a response. Seeing this, she waved her hands, and it was not until then Irish came to herself.

"I am going to take you back to the hotel. Mr. Dover would go to the embroidery workshop directly." Daisy said softly.

"Em, I get it," Irish said in a shaky voice.

"Are you fine? "You don't look good," Daisy asked, staring at her worriedly.

Irish shook her head slightly and then looked outside the window.

It was rainy on the way from Suzhou to Light Town. The shadows of the trees swayed in the rainwater while the window of the car was blurred by vapor. Irish opened the window slightly, and the cold breeze soon got to the car, which refreshed her mind.

Joseph's question still lingered in her mind. Joseph asked her why it was so difficult for them to be with each other, and Irish recalled his question but only felt painful.

In fact, Joseph was clear that they may encounter many hardships if they decided to be with each other, so he poured out his rage and entered her body again and again last night. Both of them were unsure if they should trust each other again. Joseph was in the first car with the designer. It was easy to tell that they were discussing their business. Several cars followed back, in which many bodyguards were there. Irish sat idly and kept looking at the scene outside.

It took them only forty minutes from Suzhou to Light Town. The scenery was became more and more familiar to Irish gradually.

"We almost arrived," thought Irish. It was at this place that they fell in love with each other. Someone came to greet them as they got out of the car. The black umbrella looked like a mushroom which reminded Irish of the night when she had dinner with Joseph here last time. It was also raining that day, and Joseph asked someone to pick them up.

As soon as Joseph got out of the car, the bodyguard hastily held up an umbrella for him, preventing him from being wet. Joseph stepped to Irish's car while. Irish didn't get out of the car but winded down the window.

"It is cold. Stay inside and don't go shopping outside. Tomorrow will be a sunny day," Joseph said softly.

After hearing this, Irish looked into his eyes which were as black as the umbrella. She nodded slightly without saying anything. Joseph stared at her face and smiled faintly. A moment later, Joseph reached out, touched her hair, turned around, and walked away.

The black mushroom also disappeared as Joseph left. The car was moving slowly.

Irish looked at the grey tile and white wall outside and sighed with emotion.

Light Town was a place where she wanted to heal but also a place where she got her true love. It was raining for the occasion, but now it was not just buildings that got wet by the rain.

"Daisy, let's stop here," said Irish softly.

"But we're almost arriving..." Daisy murmured.

"I want to take a walk in Light Town," Irish interrupted Daisy.

Taking a glimpse outside, Daisy continued, "But it is raining. Irish, it is better to listen to Mr. Dover's suggestion."

"Don't worry. I have been through such weather once in this town," said Irish with a smile.

"Okay. Then I will accompany you." Daisy finally compromised.

"Daisy, you put the luggage back at the hotel first. I think Joseph has to engage in his social activities tonight. You can come to me as you arrange everything. We can have dinner in the town," said Irish while declining her suggestion politely.

Hearing this, Daisy nodded since Irish insisted on it and handed her an umbrella.

Irish came here because of the scene in the dream. The long slate-paved street was cleaned like a mirror under the scouring of the rain, reflecting light.