Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 813 813: What’s Wrong With Her?

Irish felt touched again and just sighed lightly. She took a glance at Joseph, who was not far from her. The people across from him kept talking, but he just listened with a smile, seeming absent-minded.

"Do you know we have broken up?" Irish said lightly.

Daisy felt surprised and shook her head, "Joseph hasn't mentioned it."

Irish bit the sucker and didn't say anything.

The atmosphere was very quiet. Even a talkative man would be elegant here, so Irish just had dinner quietly.

She just couldn't control her eyes, and she wanted to look at Joseph at any time. Several times she met his eyes, and then she looked back immediately. Her heart beat quickly.

As she was to finish her dessert, Irish took a glance at Joseph again, but she saw a figure suddenly.

It was a woman's figure who warded off her view.

The woman sat beside Joseph with great passion while Joseph poured a glass of wine for her.

Irish felt hurt.

It was Rosy.

So, she was not the only woman who came with Joseph here.

Her throat was a little tight, and she looked down. Rosy's pretty look was always spinning around in her head.

"Daisy." She spoke with difficulty.

Daisy stopped and looked at her. "Are you sure that the presidential suite is for me?" At the end of the conversation, she got up and left.

Daisy was stunned, thinking, 'what was wrong with her? She had been just fine, but suddenly she had a mood swing?' Daisy looked around.

Irish did not stop when passing by Joseph, but Rosy saw her, and she called her softly behind Irish, "Oh, Irish?"

Without looking at Rosy, she went straight out of the restaurant.

Rosy was stunned. "Joseph, why does she ignore me? Is she fine?"

His eyes were always looking in the direction of Irish's fading back, not responding.

Back in the room, she first saw the man's shirt, which was put on the sofa. It was the one that had been put in the morning. He changed his clothes and went back to the room.

Irish didn't call the housekeeper to clean up. She picked up the shirt and tightened it with her arms, where a light fragrance was still on. Her eyes were a bit of a pain, and it was a little bit of perfume, so it would make her feel that it was not a mistake to put up a break-up.

But there was no other than his body fragrance, oh no, and the bathing shower that they had used together was light. Did she still have to stay in this room?

Rosy was there. She didn't know. Maybe this presidential set was originally what Joseph wanted to live with Rosy.

Or, Joseph would not come back at all tonight.

Irish felt her breathing was not smooth. She put down his shirt, adjusted her breath, and then said to herself, "Irish, you have broken up with him, and do not forget you took the initiative to bring it out."

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At 12:30, Joseph dragged his tired body back to the hotel room.

The room was quiet, even the lights were quiet, delicate, and soft.

From the video conference in the morning, the socializing with the municipal party leader after getting off the plane, to the late meeting with the distributor, the time was like an hourglass, so he had not been idle for a minute.

Pulling off his tie, he went into the bedroom.

In the huge bedroom, he did not see Irish's figure.

His first idea was that she had changed rooms or left the hotel quietly.

Frowning tightly, he went toward the big bed and removed the quilt. He was relieved.

Irish fell asleep, and the petite figure was lying on the bed. The quilt was pressed on her, and the pillow was pressed against the quilt. This bed was very large, and she was small and young, so the quilt and pillow hid her, and she emerged in it.

Joseph could not help laughing, helpless, and he shook his head with his soft eyes.

He didn't wake her, just sat on the side. He lifted the quilt off a corner so that she could breathe smoothly. For a while, he was a little worried. If he was back later, she was going to be suffocated by herself in sleep.

Her face was flushed in a deep sleep and reminded him of the baby. It was right, and in his eyes, she was more like a child that had not grown up.

She was the same as the child who made a slight coquettish at him, he could not resist it, and no matter what had happened, his anger and tiredness would fade away.

Joseph admitted that he had done iniquity in his last life and that he could not help but miss her in this life. No matter how unreasonable she was, no matter how enraged he was, and when the night was deep, he could not help thinking of her.

For two weeks, he was going crazy about missing her.

Except for his business trip not in New York, he would go back to Midtown Manhattan in the middle of the night and look at her, who had all kinds of sleeping positions. He was amused. He really wanted to wake her up and ask how she could sleep without him by her side.

He could not help hugging her for a nap and leaving at dawn. In fact, he was afraid of her words, "Joseph, let's end it." Because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he read her mind in her eyes and tone, and she really wanted to break up with him.

She looked beautiful as a bridesmaid, but he thought it would be more beautiful if she became a bride. When the crowd pushed her into his arms, for a moment, he really wanted to say, "Irish, marry me."

He didn't know what he was hesitating, and perhaps trust was really the biggest obstacle to each other.

But one thing he admitted was that he missed her, and he wanted to see her every minute.

So, he arranged everything that she followed on this business trip, even if she just played every day, as long as he could see her.

He didn't want her to show up, so he refused to take her to the party, and he knew that she had no patience with the business. At the end of the socializing, he thought there was time to hang out with her, but some distributors came, who had set the meeting place at the bar. But he had refused and reset the place at the hotel. Then he called Daisy and ordered her to take Irish back to the hotel to eat. The reason why he did that was that he wanted to see her.