Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 833 833: It’s My Fault

Steven felt helpless, "Okay, just let it be."

"Uncle." Joseph walked forward and sat beside Irish, holding her arm, "Just let her be here for a while."

Mary hastily said, "Yes, she will not stay longer at home if you drive her away so soon."

Steven rolled his eyes, and finally, he made a compromise, "Okay. You are spoiled by Joseph, I guess I can't stop you."

Irish was lost for words.

"Why are your eyes so red? You cried?" Steven looked into Irish's eyes.

Irish immediately moved her eyes away. "No, I just had a bad sleep last night."

Steven's eyes flew to Joseph, sighing, "Joseph. Is that because you only care about your work?"

"I will not do it again," Joseph promised lightly. "I will take care of Irish in the future."

Irish looked at Joseph subconsciously.

Mary took a glance at them and then picked up a fruit, "Irish, have you eaten something?"

Irish nodded.

Looking at Steven, Irish pulled his hands, "I only hope that you can come out here soon."

Steven smiled, "It is all because of the air. I hardly have a cold. That day I had a bad cold, and then I began coughing. Before, I thought that it was a simple cold, and when your aunt was unsure, she took me to the hospital near our home, but nothing was clear. She then brought me to this famous hospital. I wondered whether I had a bad illness, which the doctor didn't want to tell me, so I just got an examination. It turned out to be tuberculosis."

Irish can't bear to look into her Uncle Steven's eyes. If possible, she also wanted it to be just tuberculosis.

It seemed that her aunt hid the truth; otherwise, Steven would not be in a good mood to sing songs.

"Do not have such a thought. Tuberculosis is easy to deal with." She tried her best to squeeze a smile and comfort him.

"I have been here for several days, and these days, the doctor just gave me some medicine to diminish inflammation. I still don't feel well." Steven complained.

Mary said, "Do you think it is just a cold? Even a cold needs some time for treatment, and actually, yours is tuberculosis, for which treatment time is needed."

"You just want to make me embarrassed." Steven smiled and then looked at Joseph, "The doctor you sent came here and made me assured that I have no need to worry about. Really thank you for your support and arrangement."

Irish lowered her head. Looking at Joseph's hands, she felt touched. It must be he who ordered the doctor. She had to admit that she really needed his strong support, so she just pulled his hands and interlocked her fingers with him.

Joseph smiled lightly, "Irish and I are getting married soon, and we are family. It's my pleasure to do these for you."

Irish's heart was beating quickly.

Mary and Steven got excited again, "What? Getting married?"

Irish bit her lips and looked at Joseph. On the way, she was anxious, and just at this moment, she got calm and relieved. He wouldn't marry Rosy, right?

Mary turned Irish's face to her. "Are you really getting married?"

Irish didn't know how to answer.

Joseph looked at her, smiling.

She observed Joseph's look, and she just nodded lightly.

Steven was so happy to hear the news that he laughed loudly, "Great! It seems that my illness has brought good luck to you. I will not feel bad even if I have had some incurable illness."

"Uncle. Stop saying that. It's unfair to you." Irish got anxious.

Mary patted Steven's shoulder, "See, stop saying that."

"Well, it's my fault. It's my fault," Steven said with a big smile. But suddenly, he coughed heavily since his breath came in short gasps. Seeing this, Irish hastily took some water for him while Steven then took a sip and asked, "Now I am looking forward to attending your wedding. Have you set a date for your wedding?"

Irish trembled as she heard this since she suddenly realized that she had never discussed the wedding date with Joseph. Everything happened so quickly.

Irish turned to Joseph, who still remained calm. "The twelfth of this month," Joseph responded calmly.

Shocked, Irish looked at him in astonishment because the wedding was coming soon, in a few days.

Steven was also startled but then smiled and said, "In this month? It is coming soon. It seems that there is not too much time for you to prepare. It is time-consuming to have a decent wedding."

Stunned, Irish could not utter a single word because she had just learned that Joseph had set a date for their wedding this month, which meant that she would marry him a few days later.

"Indeed, I have discussed this with Irish before, but some emergency delayed the wedding at that time. We decided to get married on the twelfth of this month during our trip. For me, it is the right time to hold our wedding, or I am afraid that it would be delayed again to next year because I am always busy with my work for the next coming half year," Joseph smoothly explained.

Mary patted Steven and then said, "Yes, it sounds reasonable. That is a good day too."

Steven grinned and then responded, "Mary, don't come here frequently these days. Go and help them to prepare for the wedding. I am fine. I will take care of myself."

"Uncle, don't say that. You must take good care of yourself, and Aunt Mary must be with you. My wedding is coming soon. I hope you will come to my wedding in good health."

"Irish, don't worry. I just have a cough. I will get better soon," Steven smiled.

After hearing this, Joseph started to persuade him, "Uncle Steven and Aunt Mary, I will take care of everything. Don't worry about our wedding. I can hire people to do the task. I think it is better for Aunt Mary to stay here and care for you." Joseph said while turning to Steven.

Steven burst out into his joyous laughter and felt relieved by Joseph's words.

After a small pause, Joseph then continued, "But Aunt Mary, I still need to ask you something. I am unfamiliar with wedding traditions, such as the betrothal presents. I know little about it because my parents died earlier, and no one teaches me about it."

Irish felt sad when she heard this because she knew that Joseph had lost his parents as a child. And he rarely mentioned his parents before others.

Mary patted him and then said, "Joseph, there is nothing to worry about. We don't care about that as long as you take care of Irish."

"But I care. I have to follow up the tradition," Joseph insisted while holding Irish into his arms.