Chapter 868 868: Is That Your Apology?



Irish opened the door gently to see what he was doing there while Joseph just took a glimpse at her and then moved his eyes to the computer to deal with his business.

Irish had no other choice but to walk in, put the coffee on his desk, and say in a soft tone, "You must be tired. Take a sip of the coffee."

Generally speaking, Irish would never talk to him in such a soft yet cautious way unless she made a mistake, just as this time.

Irish cherished their honeymoon trip, but if Joseph changed his mind and was determined to return, Irish would feel regret, so she coaxed her stubborn husband. 

However, Joseph just kept staring at the computer without saying anything.

Seeing this, Irish moved closer to him to see what he was looking through but found it was the stock trend line drawn map. Irish held his arms with a smile and said gently, "Take a break. Your eyes also need a rest."

"Don't bother me here," said Joseph coldly.

It was easy to tell that Joseph was in a fit of anger, so she walked behind him, rubbed his shoulders, and added, "Okay, I am not going to bother you. I just stand here to massage your shoulders."

Joseph kept silent as he heard this. Taking the chance, Irish got close to his ears and whispered beside him, "Don't get angry with me. Joseph, please..." 

Joseph looked up and took a glance at her, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His phone suddenly rang, but he didn't take over his cell phone. Irish hastily took it over for him and put the phone beside his ear as if she was his slave girl.

It was Daisy, and Irish could hear what she said at the other end of the phone since Irish was so close to Joseph.

Daisy told Joseph that she had arranged the yacht for them so that they could depart at any time.

Irish was cheered by what Daisy said since she had been looking forward to traveling out to the sea for a long time.

However, Joseph just replied calmly, "Cancel the plan to launch out."

Daisy said yes and even didn't ask for the reason.

Shocked, Irish really wanted to ask why he decided to cancel the plan, but she forced herself to stay calm because she was afraid that her impulses would strengthen his mind.

Irish kept rubbing his shoulders and said in an extremely soft voice, "It seems it was a good day to launch out. The weather is fine."

"Uh," replied Joseph briefly.

"I heard that the sea beach is beautiful," added Irish.

But Joseph just snorted.

"It is a good chance for us to go to the sea. We hardly have the chance to travel like this," Irish continued, trying to change his mind."

"Put it out of your mind now," said Joseph.

Although Irish really wanted to catch his shoulders and ask him why he had made this decision for her, she dared not to do that because she would lose the chance to go to the sea in that case.

"Honey..." Irish called Joseph with a smile, sitting on his legs with her arms around his neck. "I am sorry. I know I made a mistake, but I promise you that I will never do that again. Cool down."

"Go and watch TV. I am busy right now," said Joseph while pretending to get her hands off him, but he didn't put forth his strength at all while Irish also kept sitting on his legs, leaning against his chest.

"Don't push me away. Are you going to find another woman?" Irish pouted her lips while holding him tightly.

"Don't talk nonsense here," Joseph snapped. 

"Then don't get mad at me. You are my husband. Give me a chance," coaxed Irish.

"It seems you are in the right and self-confident," Joseph sounded, sulking. 

"No, of course, I am not," Irish answered with her hands slipping into his shirt.

"I am apologizing to you. Look at the coffee. I made it for you personally."

"Is that your apology?" asked Joseph, staring at her. 

"Are you hungry?" Irish quickly asked.

"Don't try to seduce me with your beauty," Joseph warned her.

He was really angry with Irish. He felt so frightened, and his heart was broken at the moment when the killer whale swallowed Irish. He would never forgive himself if something occurred to Irish, but when he finally ensured she was fine as she was spurted out, an unnamed rage occurred to him.

But now Joseph felt an angry amusement since Irish acted like a spoiled kid in front of him.

"I don't believe that you will remain unmoved since I admit that I am seducing you with my beauty," said Irish with a sly smile.

Joseph looked at her, the lights flickering in his eyes.

Irish kept smiling, stood up, and sat on the desk. Slowly she lifted her skirt and then unbuttoned her coat one by one. And soon, almost all of the buttons were unhooked. 

Joseph gazed at her and moved his eyes from her cheeks to her plummy bosom. Seeing this, Irish showed a sly smile and then touched his legs with her bare feet. Joseph didn't stop her but looked at her silently. Irish couldn't help smiling when she touched his erect penis.

"What an alluring woman! A witch girl!" Joseph growled, stood, and hugged her into his arms.

Irish put her arms around his neck and then said, "You said you won't be seduced."

"It is time to give you a lesson," Joseph blurted out in a deep voice. Irish could tell that he was controlling his desire. Joseph was determined to give her punishment, and he licked every inch of her body while Irish was exhausted in the end. However, she still failed to change Joseph's mind. Irish leaned against his chest, hearing his heart bumping, and begged, "Even if we can't launch out, I think we could talk a walk on the beach."

"No, you are a poor swimmer. I am not going to take you to the places near the ocean again," Joseph declined her suggestion.

"But I am not going to swim! And people would laugh at us if we didn't even go to the beach as we traveled in Osaka. It is a famous tourist spot here."

"You shouldn't have been laughed at!"

"Are you going to fall out after having sex?" asked Irish unpleasantly.

"Did I promise you I would accept your suggestion before that?" Joseph asked in reply while Irish was speechless.

"Well, Joseph, then tell me, what shall we do in Osaka?" asked Irish with a frown.