Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 987 987: It Is My Duty

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He cupped her face, and his wine-infused breath caressed her nose.

"Will you leave me?" he asked once more.

Irish shook her head and replied, "I won't leave you."

Joseph's lips trembled with heat.

A wave of warmth washed over her forehead, spreading down to her nose.

He sought her lips, and just as their mouths were about to meet, Joseph whispered, "Irish, you have to believe me... I've been... in love with you."

His words caused her heart to skip a beat.

Then, he kissed her passionately.

It was an overwhelming passion.

Irish was still immersed in the sentence he had just said, for a moment, she let him explore without moving. But he may be too drunk, even his fingers did not listen to him.

She gently grabbed his big hand and felt his palms hot, like a fire burning in the middle of the big palm, trying to burn each other. She called his name and put her arms around his neck, saying "I love you" over and over again beside his ears.

The man on her body was not moving.

Just heavily breathing. In her neck nest, there was shallow breath.

Irish was also stiff and motionless, bearing his weight, and one of his big hands remained in her lower abdomen.

After a long time, Joseph's breath became even.

Irish was helpless.

It turned out that really drunk men couldn't do anything.

Lying there in silence, she breathed in sync with him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. A sense of compassion washed over her for this vulnerable version of Joseph. Irish lifted her hand, gently caressing his forehead, and traced her fingers along his brow once more. She could empathize with why he had sought comfort in intoxication.

Such a man would rather get drunk than show weakness before people.

She turned sideways, and his body slipped aside.

In this way, his cheeks were illuminated by the soft light in the living room, and his eyes closed like a child.

Think of what she asked him before, "Will you love me forever?" 

He nodded his head.

And just now, he said, he had always been loving her.

Once upon a time, Irish thought, in what way can she hear him say to her that I love you? He was a man who seldom expressed his love with words, and even the word "love" rarely appeared between him and her. Today, although he still did not say those three words, the word of love in his mouth was affectionate, like the birth of the first love between heaven and earth, serious and solemn.

Irish felt that this sentence was far more important than those three words.

He was always, always in love with her.

She was also always, always in love with him.

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The night was deep.

Jay drank, so he could not drive. Lilith drove the car. In Steven's, when Mary learned that Lilith was to drive, she was very nervous and said, "No, what if your drug addiction attacks on the way?"

As soon as the words were spoken out, she was scolded by Steven. 

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And Lilith also looked very embarrassed.

Mary also knew that she said the wrong words, unnaturally cleared her throat and said, "Lilith, do not blame me for speaking directly, I am worried about the safety of both of you."

Lilith nodded gently.

And Jay directly sat on the co-pilot and opened the other side of the door to Lilith, and he said, "Come on, I believe you."

This made Mary nervous. 

When Lilith drove safely home, Jay called Mary, whose heart was put down.

It was almost 12:00.

After Jay took a shower, he saw Lilith still holding her shoulder, nestling on the sofa. He went forward and asked her how. Lilith gently shook her head and did not speak.

Jay looked down at her and asked if she was worried about her drug addiction.

Lilith sniffed and nodded.

Jay touched her head pitifully and comforted, "You've had an attack this morning, and it's a good thing your attack occurred in the morning and only once a day."

Lilith looked at him with widened eyes.

"But." Jay said, and his cheeks closed to her, word for word, "I will not let go of those people, those who hurt you!"

Lilith was thrilled, subconsciously reaching for his arm.

"Lilith, people have to take responsibility for their actions. They have done so many bad things, I will not let them go."

Lilith was very nervous, staring at him, "But, it will be very dangerous."

"It is my duty," Jay said.

Lilith opened her mouth, "You are no longer in the drug brigade."

"When you're stable, I'll go back there," said Jay.

Lilith was surprised.

"They injected you with new drugs. And I don't know how many innocent people will be destroyed by it. I can't watch them do those things for the sake of money." As soon as Jay remembered this, he gnashed his teeth.

Lilith didn't speak anymore, and she just released her hands, lowering her head. Her long eyelashes hid her thoughts.

Jay looked at her for a long while, and then he just sighed and touched her head, "Do not think too much. Have a rest now."

She nodded.

After dozens of minutes, Lilith went out after taking a shower and changed into her clean pajamas. Her pajamas were rather reserved. It was a long skirt with suspenders. Her hair was wet. When she came out, there was a soft bath foam smell, which was quite clean.

Jay gave the main bedroom to Lilith as she moved into his home, and he just lived in the minor one. There were two bathrooms in the room. One was in the living room, while the other was in the main room. During these days, there were problems with the shower in the main room. Jay had no time to fix it up, so Lilith just used the one in the living room, which meant that they actually used the same shower.

When Lilith came out from the bathroom in the living room for the first time, Jay felt that it was not bad that she couldn't use the bathroom in the bedroom. Now he was looking at her. He had an illusion that they hadn't departed from each other. It seemed that nothing had happened, and there was no Lenard. They were like a normal couple who lived together and got married.

As Jay was thinking of this, he felt like he was so dirty. He knew that he just didn't fix up the shower deliberately. He was deceiving himself and enjoying it.

However, he didn't want to take a shower behind her.

Once when he entered the bathroom after her taking a shower, he could breathe in her aroma in the air. Her smell was everywhere, which allured him continuously. He even had the desire to hold her in his room.

Because she once belonged to him;

Because he once knew how beautiful she was, because he was her first man.