Chapter 907 907: Resignation Is No Big Deal



This look made Joseph feel pity. He kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, "Irish, this is not a moral category, so there is no so-called right and wrong, only worth it or not worth it."

"If I had been examined, I would have pandered to them on the admission of my own problems. Even if the results of the examination are all okay? All the public likes are gossip, not truth." Irish said.

"Now that you think so clearly, don't be depressed." Joseph widened his smile. 

"But I lost my job." Irish's eyes became red again.

Joseph smiled mutely, raised his hand, and rubbed her head, "But you still have me."

"Don't you think I'm mad? Can't I just feel sorry for losing my pay?" In fact, seeing Joseph made her mood better, and those indignations turned into a grievance. Yes, no matter how strong her mask was, as long as she saw him, she could not help but take it off, then unscrupulously unreasonable in front of him.

She once told her clients that women should always deal with their problems and not impose them on their loved ones or husbands, especially their husbands. Their husbands were not their parents, so there was no obligation to indulge their irritation.

But now she felt that Joseph was as close as her uncle and aunt, and sometimes even felt that he was more like a father. When she was unhappy, she just wanted to see him, and then she nestled in his arms and told him, Joseph, I was hurt.

She didn't know where this confidence came from. She felt no matter how wantonly she was, he would not dislike her. 

"Yes." Joseph had always indulged her, "You are always like that. As long as you are happy, you can make any trouble for me." 

"You don't like me being like that." Irish was unhappy again.

She amused Joseph. "Only you dare to be like that before me, and now you do not allow me to complain?"

Irish looked at him in the faint light, and his cheeks looked so charming and tender that she said, "Joseph, kiss me."

There was endless tenderness in Joseph's eyes. He bowed down and let his lips seal her lips.

She took the initiative to hook him by the neck, raising her head to his lips and teeth.

His breath and she intertwined, and gradually, his kiss became an initiative.

When the temperature apparently increased, the phone on the desk rang. Joseph let her go and smiled against her forehead, "If you are so active, we'll have to sleep in the lounge tonight."

Irish's mood improved a lot, gently pushing him away, "Go busy with your work."

Joseph rose, and his smiling black eyes obviously pressed his desire. He comforted her, "Resignation is no big deal. Irish, you have your principles. Stick to them."

Irish nodded.

He was such a man. As long as she heard his words, her depression was all gone.

Joseph answered the phone.

At this moment, she gradually felt relieved. 

While on the call, he reached out to unbutton his shirt buttons, feeling no longer so serious, a little casual.

Irish leaned back on the sofa and looked at him with a crooked head.

Behind him was a vast city night scene with a deep and mysterious night sky, and he stood there, and his deep voice was like the cello sound. Her heart was quiet, too, and in her eyes, there was only a tall figure.

It should have been a call from South Africa, and he suddenly spoke very seriously, and he sat back in his chair and saw her looking at him. His eyes were smiling and bewitched by the glimmering light in her eyes.

A woman's most enduring love for a man was the love of worship.

A mature, steady, and responsible man, he could do different roles at the same time, such as boss, partner, husband, son, and father. Looking at Joseph, Irish was glad that she had found him.

She felt no regret for being his rib. Joseph picked up the mobile phone to start his work. In fact, he would like to accompany Irish, and he knew Irish was psychologically fragile at this time. But he saw her quietly lying there but also somewhat relieved.

Irish was looking at Joseph at first, then a little tired, closing her eyes.

In sleep, she heard the phone ring. And it seemed that there were subordinates reporting work. Later, her eyelids were very heavy, but her heart felt pity for Joseph.

How could she be so cruel to divide his time when he was always working so much?

But...

He was good to be so busy.

Irish subconsciously thought that he was so busy that he had no time to focus on other women.

Gradually she was half awake.

She could hear Joseph's voice explaining his work, and then she seemed to see the little boy again and said to her, "Yes, I promise you to be my girlfriend."

Then she saw herself climbing, slipping, and falling off the mountain.

Irish gasped and suddenly opened her eyes.

But she found that several directors stared at her. Perhaps she had just cried out to attract their attention, she touched her forehead, feeling so much cold sweat.

Joseph also stopped his voice, saw her such state, walked across the desk to sit in front of the directors, and said, "Finish here."

The directors left.

Irish took a look at the time, eight-thirty.

"I've disturbed your work." Waking from the dream, this happened in front of his subordinates, which was somewhat embarrassing.

Instead, Joseph was guilty. "No, I've forgotten my time, and you haven't had dinner yet."

Irish shook her head softly, "I'm not in the mood to eat."

"Eat something," Joseph whispered.

He took her high heels and then took a look at the shoes, which were stained with blood.

He looked up at her.

She was a little embarrassed and drew her feet back.

This action made Joseph more heartache.

He quickly forgot about her hurt feet when he was busy. He put the shoes down and asked, "You haven't told me how your foot got hurt."

"Actually... It's nothing." She felt his big hand itchy as it applied to her feet. "I walked to the Runestone Group."

In a word, Joseph was stunned and asked, "From the Linkus to the fine stone?"

Irish nodded.

"Where's the car?"

"The road was heavily blocked," Her jaw rested against her knees.

"You...." Joseph looked sad and helpless. 

She got used to driving. Wearing high-heeled shoes for a long distance should be unbearable for her.

Thinking, he hugged her, "Let's go. Next time when you are too lazy to drive, remember to call me, and I'll pick you up."

"There are colleagues who are working overtime out there." Irish was astonished.

Joseph was determined.

He carried her two high-heeled shoes in his hand. And Irish felt so embarrassed.