Chapter 880 880: The Man Was Dangerous



Irish admitted that she was a bit erotic sometimes. Yes, she admitted that it was one of her naughty behaviors. Because in some normal circumstances, she thought she was still a virtuous woman, but after meeting Joseph, she thought her layer wrapped in the yolk shell was so vulnerable as Joseph's bed skills were too extreme.

It turned out that men were visual animals.

But she felt that women were sometimes visual animals too, not to mention that she was too direct; perhaps she thought women would become more open in nature after the age of 25, so even if he was sitting there, she seemed to be able to feel the warmth of his broad chest from his suit.

The man was dangerous.

He worked calmly, and the steady movement in her eyes made her imagine when he was inside her, and at that moment, he was as passionate as fire, and the hotness in the bottom of his eyes entwined with her temperature, rather than the cold face inside the conference room.

It was just a prank, but like that day, it was really the first time, and even Irish didn't think about how she would deal with it if it were Daisy who helped him to see and reply to the short message.

So, in the depressing atmosphere of the meeting, Irish quietly waits for Joseph's next action or look.

She was a little excited.

She looked forward to it.

And it was like the bell that seemed to ring in five minutes when she was at school.

When Joseph took the mobile phone and checked the short message, Irish's evil cells were jumping, and she felt her blood getting hot.

However, when he looked at the short message, his expression did not change, and even his orders to his subordinates just shortly stopped and continued, then his eyes suddenly returned to the content of the short message, the words in his mouth had only been stagnant for a moment. He uttered a short order so that people couldn't see his thoughts had been disturbed.

Irish quietly looked at him, waiting to see his response, but gradually her lively cells became unhappy, as he did not respond, she gradually lost motivation.

Joseph's fingers moved very slightly, and then he put the phone back on the table, continued to discuss work with his subordinates, and the side of his face had no wave of change.

He didn't even look up at her.

Irish was a little crazy.

As he put down his phone, her phone shook in her hand.

She looked down. It was a short message.

His message.

Irish looked at the content, and then her cheeks flushed.

Joseph's reply was very simple, only a word, 'Tonight,' was on it.

He lightly replied to her a word, not even the executives sitting around him found that he had any strange behavior, but the truth was he was secretly flirting with his wife and secretly made up Irish's mind disturbed.

The word "tonight" went into her eyes, burning, and then her breathing became quicker.

Subconsciously she glanced at Joseph, but he never looked at her, as if this word was not coming from him.

This terrible man.

Even his naughtiness was silent.

The colleague around her gently touched her, and seeing her cheeks red, they could not help but ask, "Irish, are you okay?"

Irish hastily closed her cell phone for fear of being discovered and looked slightly flustered. "I'm fine."

The colleague doubted.

Irish certainly wouldn't explain anything to her, just straightened up but found that Joseph looked at her side, perhaps hearing that colleague's "concerned" words. His lip angle rose, and he asked, "You are not comfortable?"

All eyes were on her like gamma rays.

Irish did not expect Joseph to ask suddenly, pressed her heart down, and cleared her throat, "I'm fine."

Knowingly, he was clearly retaliating.

Joseph closed his lips, and his cold face seemed to relax a little, said to Daisy, "The temperature of the central air-conditioning is slightly lower, so Doctor Irish's face turned red. Heat stroke is not good."

Daisy just listened to the meeting and did not take care of others, she listened to Joseph's words, and she raised her eyes, only to find that Irish's face was really red. Without thinking, she quickly informed the administration department to increase the temperature.

Irish was anxious.

What was he pretending?

Irish just tried her best to smile, "Thank you. Mr. Joseph."

Joseph also smiled. It seemed that he did it deliberately.

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"And then?"

In the restaurant, Cassie asked when she heard Irish complaining about Joseph's behavior in the meeting room. 

Irish growled, "And then Daisy went to adjust the temperature."

Cassie couldn't help laughing loudly.

The surrounding people all took a glance at them.

"Hey, could you please lower your laughter?" Irish lowered her voice.

Cassie laughed happily, "My god. You were so funny."

Irish stared at her, "Was it so funny?"

Cassie finally stopped laughing, and she asked, "What did you send to him?"

"Don't be a gossip girl. Anyway...I just want to tease him. He acted so seriously in the meeting as if we had borrowed so much money from him." Irish tried to defend herself.

Cassie couldn't believe her, so she just continued, "I don't believe that you just teased him. Now he is your husband. Do not take every opportunity to make fun of him."

"Am I so dirty?"

"I didn't say that it was dirty or not. It's fun. Okay?" Cassie drank her milk tea and giggled, "Mrs. Dover, do not be so mean. Have you ever considered those singles while showing off your love in public?" 

"I didn't do that." Irish used her knife and made the sound.

"Joseph is so able. It's impossible for you to conquer him. He can easily recognize your tactic." Cassie poked her head, "Even if you are good at reading people's minds, he is smart, so all your tactics are nothing to him. He can quickly deal with them."

"God can only make everything possible, not him," Irish murmured.

Cassie laughed, "If he were one of the Greek gods, I would have adored you."

Irish suddenly didn't want to talk to her anymore. 

"Last time, you said that Rosy was still pursuing Joseph. How about now? Is there any update? I didn't see her on the day when you got married." Cassie asked.

Irish shook her head, "I think I made it wrong. They have no connection."

"Wow..." Cassie made her voice longer, "A married woman is definitely different from an unmarried. You now trust your husband definitely."

Irish raised her fork, "Any conviction requires evidence. In addition, my husband is so handsome, so it's normal that so many women like him. I decided that I would be his protector when we registered our marriage. I will protect him from any invasion from any woman."