Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 908 908: I Think You’re Troublesome

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In this way, Joseph left the office. He carried her high heels, and she carried his briefcase. From the general manager's office to the elevator, through the secretarial office, the front desk and administrative office, and then the distribution of the various departments, Joseph's whereabouts were not a secret.

There was an assistant secretary who was not off duty because the general manager did not leave, she was naturally afraid to go. Neither did Daisy. After going out of the office door, she saw them. There was a moment of embarrassment, and she whispered to Joseph, "Let me down."

Joseph turned a deaf ear and didn't plan to let her down.

Irish watched Daisy and the assistant secretary walk forward. And there was not even a hiding place, and then, she clearly saw the assistant secretary's strong, suppressed shock look.

But Daisy was very calm. In this scene, she seemed very familiar, so she came forward to ask Joseph for other work arrangements. Joseph no longer had any work arrangements, letting them leave early.

Leaving the Secretariat, Irish felt her back with many eyesight on and felt the assistant secretary's astonished eyes still following them.

"I'll be laughed at," Irish couldn't help but say a word to Joseph.

Joseph just glanced at her, "Just ignore them." 

Irish closed her mouth and hugged him.

The executive office was already off, but marketing and public relations staff were still there. There was a meeting between marketing and public relations. When the meeting was just over, they ran into Joseph and Irish. The two directors were shocked, while some female employees screamed out.

They were shocked after seeing the scene.

Joseph was usually unsmiling, he was extremely serious about work and his woman, but today they saw him doing such an unusual act. Unexpectedly he still had a woman's high heels in his hand.

Although this woman was his own wife, this kind of action did not accord with Joseph's general characteristics.

This scene was so magnificent.

But Irish wanted to dig a hole to hide in.

Did she embarrass Joseph?

Simply burying her face deep in his neck and automatically shielding her eyes reminded her of the ostrich in the ostrich factory when she went to South Africa. She was now the one who buried her head in the sand.

Outside the company, Irish just quietly looked back, finding that some female employees ran to the door to peek. Her heart was beating fast. Compared to other companies, the Runestone Group employees were not very gossipy, now, this move completely inspired the most primitive human gossip essence.

"I don't think that's good," said Irish awkwardly.

Joseph did not understand her meaning, asking, "My back hurts you?"

"No." It was comfortable on his back, of course. His back was wide and safe. "I mean, it's going to affect your image as a boss.

Joseph only then understood, "I carry my own wife, not another woman, how would it affect my image?"

Listening to his words, Irish felt sweet in her heart, staring at his side face, "That is not a good impact."

Joseph glanced at her and smiled, "Irish, people cannot deliberately mistake the truth. For example, if you want to eat, then will you choose a beautiful bowl? If you review before the exam, will you need to choose a beautiful pen? The truth is, you just want to fill your stomach and review before the exam just to pass it. Your feet got hurt, that's why I carried you on my back. It's basic fundamentals, and what you're worried about is meaningless remarks from other people?"

"Are you a good teacher in your last life, and you are so keen to teach people?" Irish breathed his fragrance, and her heart was full of happiness.

Joseph smiled softly, "It's right to be reasonable, but I didn't teach you a lesson."

Irish leaned closer to his ear, "In fact, you spent most of your time teaching me."

"You mean at night?" He lowered his voice.

The woman's fragrance and soft breath crept into his nose. Joseph felt his heartbeat speed up. It was time to leave work, so his tone became slightly sexy.

"I didn't say that," She blushed.

Joseph smiled but did not speak.

Towards the elevator, Irish immediately patted him on the shoulder, "I think we should use  the stairs."

Joseph was speechless, "Not by elevator?"

"I'm afraid there are a lot of people in the elevator," She said with a smile.

Joseph shook his head helplessly, "I can really toss people."

"Do you think I'm heavy, or do you admit you're out of energy?" She asked with a wide grin.

Joseph replied, "I think you're troublesome."

Then he went into the staircase and carried her down the stairs.

The Runestone Group was a high-rise building, so it has a great distance from the first floor to the ground floor, not to mention they are heading down using the stairs. How many office workers in even five or six floors would choose to use the elevator, not to mention the staff in the Runestone Group?

But Joseph also had no complaints, walking down step by step at a steady pace.

Irish was on his back, feeling very comfortable and moved. However, she knew well that he was content with her unconditional request.

There was no one on the staircase, just two of them.

There was a faint light, making the whole space quiet and sweet.

"Joseph." She opened her mouth lazily.

"Hm?"

Irish looked at his side face and said, "Tell me about your childhood."

He was astonished in a flash but soon disappeared, and with the dim light in the staircase, Irish did not see the change in his expression. He raised his lips slightly and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Irish thought, "I want to know how you stay in the Light Town. You said you lived there for a while."

Joseph's eyes fell on every careful step he made on the staircase, saying, "It's normal for a child to follow parents to live in their workplace."

"How long have you lived there?"

Joseph thought for a while, "About half a year."

"Then you went abroad?"

Joseph smiled faintly, "Hmm… when I was a child, I often followed my parents everywhere, like South Africa and Russia, to practice the craft."

"So, you didn't go to school?"

"I went to a lot of schools."

Irish was shocked, "You're so good that you can get a doctorate."

"Now I can understand that since you have been to so many countries since childhood, you have learned a lot of languages?"

Joseph pondered, "Maybe."

She had heard him speak British English, French, and even Spanish, and his pronunciation was accurate. If she had listened to him with her eyes closed, she would have mistaken him for a native. This must not be the tone that can be learned at a foreign language organization, and he would adjust his choice of the language quickly according to the situation. For instance, when he was facing a British client, then he spoke British English, which was very simple, and many Britons would still respect the tone of their own country. Some even did not understand American English, so some details could be neglected. He knew the customs of some countries very well. On her part, she had been abroad for so many years, and she had spoken pure American English, but, in fact, if the locals had listened to her, there would have been some difference.