Chapter 843 843: Don’t Show Off



Irish had discussed with Joseph that after the wedding ceremony, she would move into Hampton, while Jordan, in the training center, couldn't agree more and promised that he would get his things packed. He joked that finally, Irish gave his house back.

After the dinner, Joseph was called back to the company, while Irish was also tired. Soon she got through a phone call from Cassie in Europe, who told her that she would come back to New York immediately. She let Irish wait for her to buy something for the wedding.

Talking with such a sincere "sister-in-law," she felt regretful. She just said, "I think you should have a honeymoon baby first."

Cassie pretended to scold her that she was so cruel that she didn't intend to invite her to the ceremony.

Irish laughed.

Cassie thought of her condition and asked Irish whether she had told Joseph about that. Then, keeping silent for a while, she told Cassie, "I cheated him that the abortion caused it."

"You." Cassie felt surprised, and soon she realized the reason, so she just sighed, "Do not bear all the mistakes. He is also involved." 

"So that's the result. It's not necessary to make it so clear."

Cassie made a heavy sigh. She wanted to persuade her, but she couldn't find suitable words.

"Oh, just tell Joseph I have prepared the wedding dress for you. Do not let him buy it anymore." She changed the topic since she didn't want to embarrass the atmosphere.

Irish soon adjusted her mood and made a joke, "You want to give me the one I intend to prepare for you?"

"Yeah, I have just found a tailor here and let him change the size for you," Cassie said deliberately.

"Change the size? So, you get fat at the wedding?" Irish played a joke.

Cassie said, "Dear, your figure is too good."

Irish blushed, "Just forget it."

"Okay." Cassie laughed.

Although she didn't need to pay much attention to the wedding preparation, she promised to make a list for the guests. She just sent texts to her friends and notified them. What she considered was that it would be embarrassing to just call her friends, and they would have no time to come. In the form of text, she could make things more flexible since they could make an excuse that they didn't see the texts even if they did have no time to come.

Joseph was responsible for notifying the colleagues in the Runestone Group, while she just told Tim and some leaders in the school she worked for. Moreover, she must invite her mentor, who is already 70 years old. Her mentor even cried out of excitement on the phone and promised that she must attend.

Irish was one of her best students. She treated her very well. It was because of her, Fredrick, and Tim's recommendation that Irish could get appointed to her Alma Mater. Irish would not forget anyone who was good to her.

Thinking of Fredrick, Irish sighed and thought it would be better for her to meet him and tell him the news. Actually, she didn't need to call Fredrick, and Fredrick just called her after she sent the text to Tim. He wanted to meet her, and she just agreed.

After the phone call, many phone calls came. All her friends, who received the texts, called her individually. They all congratulated her and promised that they would come. They all felt envious that she could marry such an excellent man.

Irish felt helpless that all her friends praised Joseph. 

Then Irish began to get things packed. Thinking that she would not live in this house, she felt frustrated.

When it was 10 p.m., Irish called Joseph's private phone.

She got it through, out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked with a low voice. It was quiet, which made his voice gentle.

Irish took a deep breath, "I am packing."

"Really?" Joseph asked playfully, and a naughty smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Irish leaned against the wall, smiling, "No, there is another man, and we are doing things together."

Joseph smiled lightly, "You dare to talk with me in this way. How dare you?"

"Maybe I was just telling the truth. It's a provocation, Joseph." Irish lay on the sofa and held a pillow idly.

Joseph continued his words, "I think no man dares to sleep with my woman."

Irish blushed at his words and cleared her throat, "Check your time. Do not tell me that you won't come back tonight. You shouldn't develop this habit." Actually, she knew that Joseph was really busy, and coming back late or not would become a common thing in a future life, but tonight she really missed him. Moreover, she didn't know whether today was the first day since they got married. Or maybe, it shall be counted after the official ceremony?

"You are starting to take care of me?" He was always smiling.

It was like a joke, but it was a hit. Yes, she was starting to do it. It was not her original intention. Many men are new to the other half's constraint at the beginning, and as time progresses, men want more and more space, and women increasingly want to be in the space of the men, and the conflict arises.

She began to fear that she would be like other women whose eyes, noses, and ears wanted to rest on their husbands for 24 hours, staring at whom he ate with at the company. Checking if he was in a meeting or went on a date. While her husband didn't notice, they looked at his mobile phone and computer, smelling their shirt to see if there was a fragrance of another woman on it, and finding suspicious hair on the shirt. And they would go to the company to watch the husband's movements.

She felt terrible when she thought about it.

But it was clear that she could do these things because Joseph was so good, his position, the industry he contacted, letting all kinds of women want to follow. She was afraid of future possession, jealousy would constrain everything about him in the name of love and erode his space. How could he be a man led by a woman? She was afraid that he would get tired of her in the future.

"Irish?" When Joseph noticed her silence, he called her gently. 

Irish just reacted from a trance and cleared her throat. "Who cares about you? Don't show off."

Joseph's voice was indulging, "It seems that married wife and single are no different. There's a lot of work on hand. I'll try to go home tonight. You go to bed first. Don't wait for me. I may be late."

"Okay." She elongated her voice. It was not clear to her whether life would be the same as before, but it was clear that her phone call to Joseph was more and more her husband's tone. Although he had told her before that they might face a lot of struggles, the feeling of listening to that tonight was completely different.