Chapter 951 951: It Is Still Enormous



Joseph really did not remember, then said, "I'm sorry?"

Rosy smiled all the time and pulled Elsa away, "Come on, this man misses a nerve about women, and he must not remember you. But this woman, he will remember very well."

Elsa's eyes fell on Irish.

"She is my wife, Irish." Joseph introduced her slowly.

Elsa looked at Irish, surprised, "So you are Irish." 

The meaning of this sentence was complex, envy or disdain?

Irish just did not bother to pay attention to it, taking the appearance of Joseph just now, and also lightly said, "Nice to meet you."

Elsa didn't say much.

Rosy was going to leave, and before she left, she said, "If you need help, I think I'm the one who can help you the most."

"Thank you for your concern." Joseph tactfully refused.

Rosy heard what he meant, thought and said nothing more, and left with Elsa.

When the two girls entered the private room that had been booked early in the morning, Elsa asked her, "You're wrong. Why do you want to help him? Didn't you always take Leo's side?"

Rosy picked his eyebrow and smiled, "Because I think he is also very attractive."

"Do you want to..." Elsa looked at her in surprise.

Rosy looked at her, "Can't I compete with Irish?"

Elsa looked at her carefully and laughed, "You're not as beautiful as her."

"Hey, can you speak nicely about me?"

"But by status, you are far better than her." Elsa made a big detour.

"Sometimes, a successful man just needs the beauty of the woman around him." Rosy was displeased at Elsa's words.

Elsa smiled, "But a successful man also has problems, and this time, he needs capable women around him, right?

"That's true."

Elsa looked at her, "You're not really switching your love?"

"Then he must divorce first," Rosy spat naturally.

Elsa was laughing, "If he divorces, I will certainly fight with you."

"Don't even think about it, my father has always appreciated him, if one day, I am the nearest to getting him, that would be great."

"Does your father appreciate him? My dad introduced me to him at that business dinner, and he wanted me to hang out with him." Elsa snorted, "But he later married the girl whose last name is Lakes. That's a fake marriage."

At this point, she was suddenly in high spirits, "Well, do you think his marriage at this time is also fake?"

Rosy hesitated when she heard this, "Really?"

Elsa looked at Rosy, "What do you think?"

"I don't know, but I think he loves Irish." Rosy frowned.

Elsa waved, "Love? How much is it worth in today's society? I heard you say he had a problem, didn't he? Men are all for success, especially a man like Joseph. If he has to choose between success and love, I dare to make sure he will choose success."

Rosy sighed and shook her head, "I don't know. I don't think it's clear that Joseph is better than Leo."

On the other side of the restaurant.

Irish was full, putting down the fork and taking the already cool sweet soup to drink. Then she said, "Honey, you are too hot."

Joseph drank the water and then explained, "I really do not remember who she is." Then he put down the cup and reached over her hand, "Irish, don't get me wrong."

She smiled softly and clasped his fingers. "I'm not angry."

"Really?"

Irish nodded and looked up at him, "I know you love me."

Joseph then smiled, holding her hand slightly with some strength. Irish whispered, "The waiter is watching us."

"Sit here." He didn't care and just tightened her hand.

Irish glanced around; fortunately, there were few people paying attention to this side.

She rose and sat down next to him.

"Tell me again what you just said to Rosy." Joseph released her hand, encircled her waist, lowered his voice, and smiled.

Irish suddenly remembered and blushed. 

"What is it? I don't remember." She picked up the fork and pretended to eat food.

"Honey, you're using my fork." Joseph held back his smile.

It made Irish's neck blush.

She clenched her fork and stared at him. "I can't use your fork?"

"Yes." Joseph laughed.

"Then don't talk so much nonsense. "Irish wrinkled her nose and reached out to poke him in the chest, "Don't think I'm an idiot. At that party, the oil tycoon introduced you to that goblin just now?"

Joseph guessed she was finding his faults, and his thin lips slightly hooked up. He did admit, "He wanted me to associate with his daughter."

"Hmm." Irish deliberately ignored him and ate the food.

Joseph reached for her face, "But I really didn't take it seriously; otherwise, how can I not even remember who she is?"

"She was pretty too, why don't you remember her?" Irish peered at him. 

Joseph circled her waist, "Pretty? I didn't look at her carefully."

"Go on." Irish pulled him in the ear.

"You must be acting in front of me."

"I swear I'm serious." Joseph laughed.

Irish pretended to smile and said, "You are lucky, I still believe your promise."

"Then tell me something nice." Joseph threw the problem to her again.

"What?" Irish pretended not to understand.

Joseph picked up his eyebrow, "If you do not say tonight, you have to be punished to serve me."

Irish also did not show weakness and looked at his belly and then smiled, "It is still enormous."

With her such a look, Joseph only felt a familiar feeling and suddenly woke up again.

His throat slipped up and down. He said, "Damn it."

Irish could not help laughing and attracted the attention of the waiter.

She shut up and pretended to continue her meal.

"Say it quickly." Joseph continued, and his big hand pinched her in her back.

The temperature of his palm quickly penetrated her blood, and she felt a little difficult to breathe, pushing him away with a slightly blushed face, "Okay."

Joseph listened to her carefully.

Irish put down her knife, looked up, and her mouth moved closer to his ear, and said," Honey, I love you."

Her voice fell down. Joseph's lip rose.

She looked at him with a crooked head, and from this angle, she could see the smile in the corner of his eye, rippling and fascinating.

Soon the two smiling eyes turned on her cheek.

He stared at her and could not help pecking a kiss on her forehead.

Irish only felt his soft lips and slight stubble on the chin, prickling her from her forehead all the way to her heart.

Happiness arose.

She felt that it would be worthwhile to have only one day with this man and his sincere treatment of her.

Well, a man's kindness made a woman addicted.

She's addicted.

She couldn't help hugging him, cheek against his arms, gently murmuring, "Joseph, I really love you." She always felt like she would lose her happiness.

What was love like?

She had never seen that in other men.

Only him, her only man.

Every time he gave the greatest happiness, she always felt a little uneasy.

Was she feeling a sense of gain and loss?

Perhaps, Irish comforted herself.

The longing for happiness persisted for an extended period, causing her to fear its potential loss. Considering that Joseph was the other party involved, she experienced heightened feelings of both gain and loss.

Hearing her words, Joseph responded by tightening his hug and kissing her lips.

After a long time, Irish looked up and smiled at him. "When do you dare kiss me in public, Mr. Dover?"

Setting aside the uneasiness deep within her heart, she contemplated the possibility that maybe there existed a correct sentence, regardless of what the future held—be it reunion or separation—valuing the present moment remained the truth.

Then they both remembered their days in South Africa. It had been on the streets being followed.

She hooked his neck and asked, "Have you still remember our days in South Africa, it's wonderful memories, isn't it?"

Joseph nodded and smiled at her. His eyes became bright, "I have never forgotten those memories, Irish."

She smiled sweetly at him like gardenia blooming in the air.