Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 863 863: Take A Nap

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At the wedding, she noticed her Uncle's quick pace and loud voice without any coughing during the day, so she began to doubt. There were many questions in her mind: Why did Aunt agree to let Uncle leave the hospital? Why was Jay so calm? Joseph also mentioned nothing about Uncle's disease. She felt confused and doubtful.

Now she found out that she had been cheated on.

"We are really so sorry." Steven apologized.

Irish pulled Steven's and Mary's hands, "Do not make a joke on this again. I only wish that you could be healthy. You can cheat me on something else, but not on this again. Okay?"

"Okay. Okay. We know that you are kind."

Steven and Mary were touched.

"Okay, now everything is just fine. Let's cheer up for health." Joseph held Irish lightly and held up his glass.

"Okay, cheers."

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Joseph had concealed the place for their honeymoon. He said nothing, even if Irish tried her best to find the answer. She only knew that they were going abroad.

Abroad?

There were so many cities. How did she know that? So, when Cassie heard that Irish was going on vacation, she asked that Irish took some specialty when she returned. Irish felt desperate that she even didn't know where they were going, how could she just take some specialty back home?

Cassie laughed at her.

In the morning, Joseph just dragged her out of bed and got on the plane.

In a daze, Irish only knew that she had taken the airline and she was going to Tokyo.

To Tokyo? Irish felt completely awake.

The seat was so comfortable, and the man beside her was reading the newspaper.

"It's such a long trip!" She had a headache. She hated long trips since spending such a long time on the plane would be so difficult.

Joseph didn't look at her and just held her by one hand to let her lean on him. He told her lightly. "When you arrive in Tokyo, do you plan to spend two more days or just leave directly?"

"Leave for where?" Irish felt lost.

"Osaka."

Ah...

"Why don't we just go to Osaka directly?"

"There is a dealer in Tokyo whom I need to talk with. It will not affect our itinerary. I just need about two hours." Joseph assured her.

Irish thought of it for a while, "Then let's just leave for Osaka directly. Several more hours are okay since we already have a long flight."

"Okay." Joseph turned around and kissed her forehead.

Irish raised her head to look at him, smiling, "Just go to Osaka?"

"Don't you want to visit the killer whale? So, we will just stay in Osaka for some time to see the killer whale." Joseph smiled lightly.

Irish's eyes lit up. She just saw a killer whale in the magazine once and casually spurted out that she wanted to see it. Joseph remembered it and now granted her wish!

As for whales, whether humpback whales, beluga whales, or the killer whales mentioned by Joseph, Irish are definitely not curious because they are cute. 

Killer whales, in particular, are inestimably dangerous, and she just thought that whales that can eat sea lions or sharks in one bite should be worth seeing.

Of course, she wasn't so masochistic as to appreciate the sea hegemony in the waters where killer whales prevailed.

She was curious about their phagocytosis but frightened by their cries. Irish felt that the whale's cry was a dark and empty sound from the deep sea, which was desperate and desolate, and she was uncomfortable when she heard it.

But curiosity was greater than anything else, and she was vaguely looking forward to a trip to Osaka.

The moment the plane rushed into the sky, Irish turned her head and looked out of the window, and her heart flew with her.

She and Joseph began their honeymoon.

Wasn't that right? A whole new life was about to begin.

And she subconsciously turned to look at the man beside her, who had sworn that he would take care of her all his life, take responsibility for her family, and never give up on her and their marriage.

Her life had already tied together with this man's life, and they had formed a family.

Once, she asked a lot of friends how they felt after they got married and what the difference was, many friends answered her, in fact, there was no difference between pre-marriage and post-marriage life, and a child would make a difference.

She asked Cassie how she felt after marriage, and the question made Cassie think about it for a long time, and then she said when she faced him and realized that he was already her husband, the feeling of this idea was very special, and as for how special it is, she couldn't tell her what kind of special feeling it was.

In fact, Cassie's feeling was right because Irish often looked at Joseph with that kind of feeling.

He was there so quietly, as if fate was doomed, not too early and not too late, and he was not desperate to find, and she did not deliberately look for, and then the two met.

Once Joseph told her that he wanted to give her a name, but she said that she did not care about it because this kind of thing was not the slightest sense of weight, but now Irish knew that she had been wrong, and also understood why Joseph was so determined to give her a name. Names often did not always represent identities and titles and, more often, a psychological recognition and responsibility.

How to describe this feeling?

As Cassie said, it couldn't be described.

Irish deliberately wanted to grasp this feeling and found that she was a little moved, a little throbbing, a little warm, a little down-to-earth, and the feelings mixed together. When she looked at the figure of the man around, this feeling became more and more intense.

Joseph saw her looking at him blankly, smiled, and covered the blanket for her. He whispered, "Take a snap." 

It was too early for her to start this morning.

The angle of the seat was just set, and the wide chair was comfortable to lie down on. The blanket blocked the cold airflow in the cabin, and she felt happy. Irish turned around, and the wood fragrance on his clothes really had a hypnotic effect on her.

"I like to wear your coat." She could not help but say a word.

There was always a distinctive fragrance on his coat and a very light smell of tobacco mixed with wood fragrance, which formed an indescribable sense of security for her.

Joseph put down the newspaper and looked at her. The tenderness in his eyes was very soft, as if the clouds solidified in the sky outside the window, quiet and warm.