Chapter 860 860: Have You Seen The Suspect?



Moreover, who was so bored to send a word as a gift? Even if it was a word, it was supposed to be some kind of congratulatory message on getting married or some meaningful wishes.

Joseph put away the note and patted her on the head. "Maybe the other person knows you fight with me a lot, and now we make up and get married, so that's what it means."

"Who quarreled with you a lot?" Irish asked.

ραпdαn૦νel Joseph held his hands high to surrender, saying, "It's my fault."

Yes. It was all his fault.

Irish laughed.

Thinking about it, she shook her head, "I think it's a little weird."

"You're too sensitive." Joseph brought her back into his arms and smiled gently.

"My wedding dress is cut, isn't it strange?" Irish was unhappy, "Maybe the one who cut the wedding dress is the one who sent this note. He must have a problem. He sent a note, and it's too scary to have a wedding dress cut like that."

Joseph put her long hair behind her ears, teasing. "I thought you weren't afraid."

"I felt bad about it." She mainly felt heartache. The cloth was so expensive, and she hadn't worn it once, and Cassie brought it from Europe. 

"Did you check the CCTV? Have you seen the suspect?"

Joseph's eyes were deep, and she could not see through his mind, he whispered, "The CCTV was broken. Maybe that person is jealous. Do not make a fuss."

"Is it a small matter to cut my wedding dress?" Irish stared into his eyes. "If I knew who did it, I'd have to cut his hair! I think the one who sent the note and the one who cut my wedding dress is a woman, and it must be your ex-girlfriend."

Joseph allowed her to put such blame on him, and he put his arms around her waist, "Okay, you can think whatever you like, and look, there are still so many gifts. Quickly open them, do not feel unhappy because of this little thing."

Irish stared at him, said nothing, and continued to open the gift.

Joseph stood in place, put his big hand in his pocket, and the note was held in his palm, gently twisted. He was thoughtful.

As Joseph made up his honeymoon plan early in the morning, they returned to Irish's uncle's a day in advance.

Recently, there were few etiquettes, but Mary still started making pizzas and cooking early in the morning. Steve was also in the kitchen to help. When the doorbell rang, he called Jay in an apron. "Jay, go open the door."

Jay was also rarely to rest today, and he dressed very casually. He was setting a fruit plate and then hurried to open the door.

Irish entered the house and said happily, "What a fragrant smell of pizza. Ah, it is my uncle's masterpiece!"

"Hey, where's your gift with the invitation?" Jay reached out to her.

"Why?"

"I forgot to take it."

Irish teased, "It is not waiting for you."

Jay stared at her. "Well..." Jay shrugged.

Steven stretched out his head from the kitchen and said with a big smile, "Wash your hands. I almost finished cooking. I prepared your favorite dishes. But where is Joseph? Why are you alone?"

"Oh, he is parking the car," Irish replied while biting the apple.

Joseph walked in as they chatted, with many bags in his hands.

"Irish, why didn't you take something for him? Go and help him," Mary said helplessly. 

Irish stepped forward with her mouth pouted but was stopped by Joseph. "Irish, I can take it. Just go and take some rest."

Seeing this, though Mary felt relieved since Joseph loved Irish so much, she still complained. "Joseph, look at her. She looked like a spoiled kid." Mary took over the gifts from Joseph and continued, "Joseph, you have brought us so many gifts before. You shouldn't bother to bring more."

Joseph smiled in reply.

Mary turned to Jay and Irish. "Joseph is so considerate, but look at you!"

"What's wrong with us?" asked Irish and Jay in one voice.

Steven walked out of the kitchen smiling and said to his wife, "I would be happy if you could be as sensible as Joseph."

"Okay, okay, father, I am going to set the table," Jay replied.

Irish leaned on the couch with an unfinished apple and was at a loss if she should go and help his younger brother set the table.

"Well, the dumplings are cooked. Irish, go and scoop the dumplings. I would like to see if you will have a daughter or a son," said Mary.

"What?" Irish frowned. Obviously, she did not understand what Mary meant.

"It is said that if the number of dumplings you scoop is even, then you'll have a daughter in the future, but if it is odd, then you will have a son."

Irish was frozen as she heard this and stood there unmoved.

"Hurry up, Irish," urged Mary.

Irish felt her throat constricted and was at a loss for what to do next. When she still hesitated, Joseph clenched her hands to assure her and said, "Irish, let's do it together."

Shocked, Irish turned to him, looking into his eyes. She felt as if a knife were piercing her heart, but soon, she was comforted by his wooden fragrance and a soft yet encouraging voice. "I am here with you," added Joseph.

Irish's nose twitched as she heard this but soon calmed down.

Mary was unsure about what happened to them but smiled as Joseph walked in, and then she said, "It seems Joseph is eager to be a dad. Well, then, you can do it together."

Irish turned around and bit her lips while Joseph clenched her hands to scoop the dumplings.

A few dumplings were scooped out while Mary hastily counted them. Irish also stared at the dumplings with little expectation.

"It is seven!" Mary said and poured the dumplings onto the plate.

Jay also joined in and joked with his mother, "Mom, but what if they have twins? How can we tell from the dumplings they scoop out?"

"Jay, don't rock the boat. Go and set the table," Mary said with her eyes rolling up at his son.

Irish still kept silent and stared at the dumplings, unmoved. Seeing this, Mary realized something was wrong. She patted Joseph, gave him a sign, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"She wants to have a daughter," Joseph replied, saving Irish from embarrassment.

"Oh, don't take it seriously," Mary said with a smile. She took Irish's hands and then continued, "Joseph is such a successful businessman, and he needs a son to step into his shoes. You can also have a daughter with him. Don't worry."

Joseph put his arms around her shoulder and tightened his arms then to cheer her up. Irish also understood Joseph was encouraging her, so she forced a smile and responded, "I hope so."

"You will, Irish. You will live a happy life with your babies," Mary comforted her.

"Yes, we will," Joseph said with firm eyes.

"It is time to have lunch. Let's talk at the table," Steven urged them.