Chapter 902 902: Do You Trust Me?



"Irish, indeed, I don't agree with you because she caused trouble and hurt you before. But it is just my opinion. You are my wife, and I trust you. You must be clear on how to handle this," said Joseph softly.

Irish said nothing but was moved by his words.

Mia began to work for them, and it turned out that Irish was right. After regaining Irish's trust, Mia worked hard and treated Irish as her own sister. When Mia's friends asked her how things stood, Mia always replied that Irish was kind to her and she enjoyed her work.

That was why Mia knew Irish's unusual emotions when she walked into the kitchen.

Irish told her she was fine and then urged her to cook some light food. "Will Mr. Dover come back for dinner?" asked Mia.

Irish said nothing but nodded while Mia began to prepare supper.

Irish stood over there while making soup. She was terribly upset by the news on the Internet. Mia was trimming vegetables for cooking beside and reminded Irish to turn down the flame. Reaching out, Irish was about to turn down the fire, but the heat scalded her hand.

Seeing this, Mia was so flurried that she hastily took out an ice pack for her.

"Sister, take care. You look absent-minded. You got hurt. Mr. Dover must be worried about you," said Mia anxiously.

At the very beginning, Mia thought Irish was a mistress. Mia was confused about why Joseph only came back at intervals, but later she learned that Irish was not his legal wife yet. That was why she took Irish as a mistress and decided to accept the bribe.

However, as time passed, Mia gradually found out the truth and also heard the news about Joseph and Irish's wedding. Mia then realized that she had blamed Irish wrongly. Now Mia was moved by Irish's attitude of returning good for evil, so she was determined to protect Irish in future days no matter what happened.

Mia could also sense that Joseph loved Irish deeply; although she didn't live there, she could feel it from the minor details. Mia found that Joseph would prepare breakfast for Irish every day. Mia was jealous of their deep love, but at the same time, she also felt relieved. It was rare to be seen that a rich yet outstanding businessman would be so considerate to his wife.

Irish put the ice pack on her hands, which relieved her pain. Heaving a sigh, she said to Mia, "The soup is ready. Bring it to the table."

Mia hastily followed her words.

Joseph returned home at eight o'clock at night and met Mia in the elevator. Mia was so pleased to see Joseph back. Taking the chance, she told Joseph that Irish was upset after she was back and even got hurt when cooking the soup.

After hearing this, Joseph hurried home and changed his shoes. It was easy for Mia to feel his anxiety, and she couldn't help sighing.

Irish was in the bedroom where the soft light was on. She curdled on the couch with a bolster in her hands. Irish leaned against the couch with her hair draping down.

Joseph thought she had fallen asleep, so he made his way noiselessly.

Stepping to her, Joseph checked her fingers to see if it was seriously injured. But Irish opened her eyes abruptly and held his neck, burying her face into his chest.

Joseph encircled her tightly and asked her softly, "Are you upset about the news on the Internet?"

Irish decided to be frank with him, so she nodded slightly but said nothing more.

Joseph heaved a sigh and patted her back to console her.

Joseph was clear that Irish always left many things out of her consideration, and even the rumors about them could not wipe out her optimism. But it was different this time because she cared about her career, and the netizens' comments denied her working capability directly. Joseph knew that Irish could not accept it.

Although it seemed that Irish often held herself aloof from the world, Joseph knew clearly that she handled the work rigorously and often disregarded meal times and went without sleep for her work. Irish loved her job deeply, but now so many people were suspicious about her work, and it must be a blow to her pride.

"Do you trust me? Do you trust my working capability?" asked Irish while looking into Joseph's eyes. 

"Yes, I do," replied Joseph softly. 

"But why would Fredrick say that?" continued Irish, her eyebrows furrowed.

Irish called Fredrick as she heard the news and asked why he would make such a statement before the public because she had never defended her.

However, Fredrick remained silent, listened to her complaint, and said nothing. It was not until she finished her sentence that Fredrick then replied calmly, "Irish, I am telling the truth. You really have some problems with your memory. You need to accept a professional psychological analysis."

'Bullshit!' Irish thought to herself, but she said nothing and just hung up the phone directly.

Reaching out, Joseph soothed her frown and said softly, "Don't worry. Everything will be okay. And it will all blow over."

"It is just nonsense. I don't have any mental disease," said Irish angrily.

Joseph held her in his arms and continued, "Irish, in fact, you did leave a report to Fredrick before."

"Do you think he will make the report public?" asked Irish nervously.

Joseph thought for a while and then said, "Fredrick is sagacious. I think he will hand the report to your institute. What's more, now that he has disclosed the news, the psychological institute would force him to hand over the report because he is your tutor."

"That is his real goal!" said Irish, gnashing her teeth.

Joseph stared at her, who looked so indignant, and patted her with a smile. 

"Irish, take it easy," said Rvan. After he finished his sentence, Joseph suddenly remembered something. Taking over Irish's hand, he checked carefully to see if she was seriously injured. "Irish, why are you so careless?" said Joseph helplessly.

He got up and was about to take the ointment for her but was stopped by Irish.

"Don't worry. I am fine. I have iced it to reduce the swelling," said Irish.

Joseph was relieved by her words and then urged her, "Don't cook personally anymore."

Irish burst out laughing and said, "But I have to be an all-around woman."

Joseph patted her head gently and said, "You don't need to be an all-around woman. You are my wife but not my bonne." 

"I am willing to be your bonne to cook for you occasionally. I cooked light soup for you. Go and taste it," replied Irish with a soft smile.

"Now I get to know why men always get fat after marriage," replied Joseph, grinning at her.

"Don't worry, you will get fat. Just get more exercise in the gym."

"Okay, I will listen to you. Let's go for dinner."

"Could you carry me out? I am so upset today. I don't want to walk," said Irish, like a spoiled kid. She stepped behind Joseph and jumped behind him before he could say something.

Joseph grinned and then carried her out to the dining hall.