Chapter 991 991: It Is Not My Fault



In the morning, she just exclaimed to be a good wife, and her passion touched him. However, after breakfast, she changed. It turned out not to be the case, and she just took out a list, passing it on to him, "Look, let's finish the list."

Joseph took a glance at it. God, they were all crowded areas.

"The initial task for being a good wife is to make her husband relaxed. I have thought about it. In New York, visiting places of historical interest may be the best choice." Irish said sincerely.

Looking outside, Joseph squinted at the shining sun and said hastily, "I think I have enjoyed a relaxed morning."

Irish pouted and continued, "I am your boss now, and you should be at my beck and call. Don't declare yourself."

"Yes, sir!" said Joseph with a smile.

Indeed, visiting South Alley was not a good choice since it was crowded on the weekend. What's more, the style of the shop was much the same. Indeed, Joseph was not interested in shopping. Joseph hadn't been here since the last time he came here with Irish.

However, Irish was in the best of spirits.

This time Joseph parked his car at the entrance and didn't show off like he did last time. That was a nightmare for him.

Needless to say, Irish came here for delicacy, and she was about to run to the cheese shop as soon as they arrived.

Joseph clenched her hands as if he was afraid she would be lost. "Irish, stay here. I am going to buy it for you," suggested Joseph.

"No, I want to go by myself," said Irish, who acted like a spoiled kid.

Seeing this, Joseph had no choice but to walk to the cheese shop with her. Unlike the last time, they had been married and were a legal couple now.

Both of them were dressed casually, especially Joseph.

Irish arranged clothes for him in the early morning after they decided to go out. And she even prepared lovers' sunglasses.

Looking at his side face, Irish found he looked so handsome.

The sun was shining over the sky, which was blue. 

However, the people who were hanging outside were bathing under the scorching sun.

Luckily, many small shops lined the street, and they could enjoy the cool air conditioner in these shops, which were stacked with various goods. In recent years, the cicadas have been getting fewer because many poplars and willows were moved away to alleviate air problems caused by catkins and the noises caused by cicadas. But some old blocks still remained as they were.

Irish preferred the old block since she enjoyed the cicadas singing.

What's more, she also liked the flying catkins with the breeze. A few years ago, Irish always stood in the falling catkins when she was taking a walk with Uncle Steven. It was so restful to meander along the street in such an environment.

The old block carried her memories of her childhood.

The singing of cicadas reminded Irish of her neighbors who always relaxed in the cool under the willow. Although she could still meet the neighbors when she returned to Uncle Steven's house, she seldom felt that way in her childhood.I think you should take a look at

People who lived here always planted all kinds of vine plants and various fruit trees in the small yard since they strived to find a pure land in the prosperous but clamorous society. However, nowadays, people would post a reminder on their door which read private residence, no visitors allowed.

Many foreigners were coming here. Many people would be interested in the world inside that lacquered gate. And many locals living here were frequently disturbed by the visitors, which was why they would put a reminder at the gate.

Irish was not interested in others' privacy but still liked hanging out there. After her marriage to Joseph, Irish moved to Joseph's villa, but sometimes she missed the old days when she lived with Uncle Steven and Aunt Mary. She missed the singing of cicadas which she had never heard in Joseph's villa.

Therefore, Irish thought she was a reminiscent person.

Irish bought some petty commodities and some snacks. She seemed in high spirits, and she bargained in each booth with the shop owner. Joseph accompanied her patiently at the very beginning, but gradually he was reluctant to stay in the shop and just waited outside.

Irish glimpsed at Joseph when she was visiting a puppet toy shop. He ignited a cigarette and took smoke slowly there.

Joseph squinted under the burning sunlight, and his forehead was oozing sweat. However, he was still dapper in appearance, although he wore sunglasses. Irish knew that Joseph attracted the attention of the young girls passing by.

Seeing this, Irish kept looking outside with a doll in her hands.

Indeed, he had caught many girls' attention as they walked in the street. Irish thought she needed to figure out a solution. When she was still absorbed in her thoughts, Irish noticed that a couple of girls had passed by him. They whispered to each other, and then one of the girls changed her route, stepping toward Joseph abruptly.

Irish looked at the girl with a weird smile since she knew that the girl would strike up a conversation with Joseph.

The girl was pretty with big eyes and long blond hair, and she was even taller than Irish. Therefore, it seemed that the girl was well-matched with Joseph.

However, Joseph remained expressionless after the girl finished her sentence.

A second later, the girl took out her cell phone.

Irish was aware that Joseph raised his eyebrows, and his lips moved slightly. And then he turned to the direction where the shop stood. Irish hastily looked down at the doll in her hand, pretending not to see anything.

After a few minutes, she looked up again, but to her surprise, the young girl looked confused yet wistful as she walked away.

Seeing this, Irish could not stay there motionless anymore and walked out to Joseph, embracing him before the public. Joseph didn't expect Irish to be so enthusiastic and hastily put his arms around her waist, throwing the snipe into the trash can beside him.

"Honey, how many girls have struck up a conversation with you?" asked Irish with a sweet smile. Reaching out, Irish wiped the sweat on her forehead for Joseph but felt jealous in her inner heart.

Joseph grinned at her and replied helplessly, "Irish, you asked me to be here with you. It is not my fault."

"But why did you insist on waiting for me outside?" Irish was not going to surrender.

Joseph could neither cry nor laugh, so he responded, "I can't help you with the bargaining, so I decided to let you play your game."

"You know I am a money grubber, and I must save money for you. Did you try to bargain before?" Irish joked with her husband.