Chapter 909 909: The Little Boy



He replied carelessly, but Irish wanted to know more about his past.

Thinking about it, she started using the other way.

"You and Jordan look like your father. After looking at the pictures, I can tell that a lot of women will fall madly in love with your father," She commented.

Joseph replied softly, "My father only loves my mother."

"That's good."

Joseph did not answer, only bowed his head and continued to walk.

Irish suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little dull, mainly because he did not speak. She felt that he probably thought of his parents and was depressed; therefore, she did not dare to further the conversation.

After a while, she whispered, "I think it's strange."

"Why?"

Irish clung to him, "Do you remember me telling you about the little boy in my dream?"

He nodded.

"Sometimes I think you are like him," Irish blurted out.

A faint light flashed the bottom of Joseph's eyes. He pressed down and said, "I make you feel like a child?"

"That's not what I mean," Irish thought he had misunderstood her and explained, "I mean, the feeling you've given me is very similar to that child."

Joseph smiled and did not answer.

"See, if he does exist, and suddenly one day he shows up in front of me and asks me to be his girlfriend," She asked, looking at his side face.

"You are my wife now."

Unfortunately, Irish did not notice his reaction, laughing, "I made him promise to wait for me to grow up and then be my boyfriend."

Joseph turned his head and looked at her. He didn't speak anymore, but he bit her gently on the arm.

This made her feel itchy, and she lifted her fist to beat him.

Irish didn't ask anymore.

Joseph carried her, but he was pondering.

Yes, it was his faith that was not firm enough. He used to think that it was only a glimpse and they would never meet again, but occasionally he would take out the memory of the little girl in the alley when he missed her, but he forgot that fate was so wonderful.

He wanted to say to Irish, "Honey, I was wrong for not believing our fate."

I missed the best time when we met before and met you at the wrong time. I used to not believe in the value of love, and I gave up on a ridiculous marriage.

Irish…

Yeah, why didn't he think of it? She had been so enthusiastic since she was a kid, tearing at the corners of his clothes and crying and begging him to be his girlfriend.

Yes, she was the only one in the world who was so fearless and naughty.

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The next day, the news of Irish's resignation spread like wildfire.

Of course, being so widely attentive as a psychologist owed much to her status as a shareholder in the Runestone Group, which prompted reporters to flock to the press as if they had dug up the treasure.

Professor Tim confirmed the truth about Irish's resignation. He said that Irish had quit her job.

For Irish, it somewhat saved her face.

And that day, when the Internet enjoyed talking about her, Irish was sleeping beautifully.

Thick curtains obscured the gorgeous sunshine.

On the carpet under the couch, scattered the woman's underwear.

When she woke up, her whole body was exhausted, and there was a kiss print on the beautiful gully.

After glancing at the time, it was over ten o'clock in the morning.

The man on the other side had already gone to work with falling hair on his pillow. She quickly stretched out her hand and twirled it softly.

After a few stretches, she sat up and found a raft.

Joseph left it, and the character style was strong: No party tonight, wait for me to come back.

Very brief, not as sentimental as other men's rafts, but somehow she could appreciate his tenderness in these words.

She looked at the raft for a long time and felt much better.

It was a rare day of leisure.

After Mia came, Irish went to the flower shop and brought back a large bunch of white horseshoe lotus. Mia saw that her mood seemed to be good and followed her to arrange the flowers.

She knew that her resignation would certainly be blown out, but not knowing how the netizens and reporters talk about it, she enjoyed her freedom, and she never bothered to go online. When the laundry worker came, Irish took Joseph's shirt, trousers, and other clothes out of the laundry basket. She only grabbed Joseph's underwear for her to wash them alone and then let Mia give the rest to the worker.

After cleaning up the room, Mia went into the bathroom to change the water and saw that Irish was washing Joseph's underwear. 

She could not help but say, "Irish, you know, I have served a family before. They are rich, but the hostess goes out to party every day. She would not do a hand wash of her husband's and child's underwear, even her own. And every day, she asked the laundry worker to wash them."

Irish glanced at Mia in the mirror and smiled gently, "How can the personal things be handed over to others and let them wash them? How unhygienic."

In fact, she likes to wash his undergarments. And when she remembered the scene of Joseph washing her underwear in the town of Light Town, her heart was overjoyed.

Mia looked at the underwear in Irish's hand, her face inadvertently flushed.

After eating lunch, Irish planned to go to the imported supermarket with Mia to buy some of Joseph's favorite snacks. She did not want to eat out at night 'cause eating at home was very comfortable for her.

But before she went out, Irish's cell phone rang.

The popped-up landline number was familiar.

Irish put it through. Unexpectedly it was the president of the association who made the call.

The association's president called her personally, and her concern was that Irish's resignation attracted so much attention. Her famous mentor and her teacher abroad were among the best experts in the industry so the association had to pay attention to it.

The president of the association was adamant that she would have to do a psychological assessment regardless.

Irish sat back on the sofa, and her tone was also cooled, "I am sorry, I have resigned, and I believe you have seen this news."

The sunlight poured into the room in the afternoon, but it didn't bring her any warmth. 

Mia was silent beside Irish, who was wearing a worried look.

Actually, Irish was a good-tempered woman, and she was always easy to get along with, but Mia also got to know what happened to Irish in recent days, and she felt indignant. Irish was in a good mood in the morning, while Mia also felt relieved, but now Irish looked gloomy again.