Chapter 830 830: You Can’t Marry Rosy

The elevator in the morning had always been busy, and the hotel was no exception. However, at this time, the hotel guests took the elevator downstairs for breakfast, so Irish did not wait for the elevator and directly ran to the 17th floor by the stairs.

It was just that when she opened the conference room door, she did not expect so many people to sit there, except for an old man dressed in traditional style, and all the others were dressed in suits.

However, her words could not be stopped the moment after pushing the door.

"Joseph, I don't want you to marry Rosy!"

The sound was loud, and the word was clear.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other.

What they saw was a woman in a sleeping dress who had just pushed the door in. Her eyes are red and swollen, her face is pale, her shawl draped at her shoulders, and she is barefoot.

If they had not seen Irish, they would have mistaken her for a crazy woman that was making trouble.

But what did she mean?

When they looked at each other, something that surprised them even more happened.

Joseph got up and went to her; his face was very calm.

They held their breath, and although they were here just his business partners, they also found that he was a difficult person to serve at work, especially since he did not like to be disturbed.

At such an important meeting, this woman broke in with disheveled clothes, and any man would feel embarrassed, not to mention Joseph. It was possible for him to get angry.

The embroidery shop owner also remembered the woman at the door then. Joseph had brought her to his shop. He remembered it very well. First, looking at her, the woman was really beautiful, and her face would be unforgettable at a glance. Second, the woman was waiting for Joseph. He felt she could let a workaholic man stop his work momentarily. It could be seen that she occupied a very heavy position in his heart. Third, he recalled the white orchid screen. This little woman seemed to like it, but she didn't buy it then. He thought it was just an episode, but soon Joseph ordered the screen and asked him to embroider a line of words on it.

He still remembered that line. 'It was not too late to meet you. Because it was too beautiful to forget.'

That was why the owner started worrying about the little woman in front of him. She broke in, and she seemed to be spoiled by the man.

Irish standing at the door, and have no way to look at all of them.

She watched him rise and pace towards her.

The strong figure obscured those eyes that were curious or worried.

Joseph looked at her with no clear expressions. He was not angry, and he also didn't drive her out but just asked, "Who should I marry?"

Irish cried before him.

Her tears just fell down like transparent beads, making her view dim.

She spoke with a choke, "I want you to marry me."

All the people in the meeting room were surprised.

Joseph didn't appear to be emotional but just looked at her feet. He frowned, "Can you just change your habit of finding me with naked feet?"

Irish lowered her head and looked at her feet. Her tears fell on her feet.

She was just as embarrassed as she was in Hongkong.

At the next moment, she was suddenly held up by Joseph.

The moment when she was attached to his bosom, Irish couldn't help holding his neck tightly.

"Let's stop here. Proceed with the design as we have discussed and keep in contact." Joseph turned around and said that with Irish in his bosom.

Irish just listened to his words. She was buried deep into his bosom, feeling his strong heart beating.

Irish didn't know how she came back to the room.

She could only remember that she was totally exhausted when she said, "I want you to marry me."

She passed out. She was totally like a mollusk, and she even had no strength to lift up her hands.

Joseph held her into the elevator.

During that period, someone came in. They all looked shocked.

She only remembered her face buried into his bosom, feeling Joseph's hands wrapping tighter. Coming back to the room, Joseph put her on the sofa.

Looking at the suitcase with scattering clothes on the floor, Joseph just sighed helplessly and began to pack the clothes for her.

Irish didn't know what he was thinking about. Seeing him silent, she felt stressed.

Joseph didn't pay attention to her, he was just busy packing and walking around her repeatedly.

Finally, he walked to her, pinched her chin, and frowned, "You didn't wash your face?"

Irish nodded lightly.

He released his hands, walked to the bathroom, and came out with a wet towel, wiping her face.

It was so cold.

However, it could ease the pain in her eyes.

As the towel was taken away, Irish wanted to hold him, but she could only touch his clothes.

She saw him take out the clothes she usually wore, just put them aside and lift up the suitcase. Irish's heart was sour.

She was nestled into the corner of the sofa, like a child waiting for her parents to save her. Looking at Joseph's back, she murmured after a great while, "Joseph. You... You can't just marry Rosy."

She was still worried about that.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Joseph didn't pay attention to her question and asked about another topic instead.

Irish smacked her lips. She didn't brush her teeth, but she didn't care. "Joseph, you can't marry Rosy." She said shortly.

"Take a shower."

Irish pinched her palm with her fingers, "So would you like to go with me?"

"Shut up. Take a shower."

Seeing him closing his mouth with a serious expression, she could only listen to him and take a shower.

She didn't know whether her decision was late or not. She was only afraid that he kept so silent just because he decided to marry Rosy.

After Irish entered the bathroom, Joseph was finally relieved.

Actually, when she barged into the meeting room and ran to tell him that she didn't want him to marry Rosy, Joseph was already relieved.

All his stress, anxiety, and nervousness disappeared.

Actually, he didn't know why he had just said something about Rosy. Maybe it was because he found out that Irish was not so kind to Rosy. He was so afraid of thinking that if Irish really chose to leave him, would he marry Rosy later?