Enchanted By His Charm

"Leo..." she mumbled while Leo turned to her with his confused eyes.

"The car looks like..." Irish said hesitantly, but she didn't finish her sentences because she felt that it was Joseph's car and it was too absurd.

"What are you talking about?" asked Leo.

"Nothing," replied Irish in a shaky voice. 'Perhaps it is just my illusion,' Irish thought.

Heaving a sigh, Leo stared at her side face, but an unnamed feeling rose in the deep of his heart because he was clear who was looking at Irish from afar.

But Leo didn't tell her out of his selfish motives.

Leo couldn't be with Irish, so he didn't hope Joseph would also be with Irish. However, Leo's eyebrows knitted into a frown as he remembered something. He didn't expect that Jordan would kiss Irish, or he would definitely warn Irish. Worries began to multiply in his heart.

Irish didn't attend the party celebrating Jordan's return to G4. She made an excuse and told Jordan that she did not do very well. After hearing this, Jordan insisted on driving her back, but Irish declined his suggestion. "I am just tired. Don't worry about me. You are the leading role of this party. You can't leave," Irish said calmly.

Jordan's eyes faded as Irish left. Leo also sensed that, so he stepped forward to console him. "I will be here with you. Cheer up!"

But Jordan didn't react to Leo's words.

It was Friday night, a lonely night. Joseph didn't give a call to Irish for the whole afternoon and night. Irish had a simple meal and stayed at home. It was not until 8:00 pm Irish made a call to Cassie, asking her if she needed her help for the coming wedding. They chatted with each other, but Cassie never mentioned anything about Roy, while Irish also avoided mentioning Joseph. "Fredrick came to me a few days ago," said Cassie in a low voice.

However, Irish didn't feel surprised but said. "He is the psychological consultant of Key Group."

"Yes, He told me that."

"What else did he tell you?" Irish queried.

"Nothing. I am going to get married soon. Fredrick is going to be a stranger to me," Cassie replied softly.

"Cassie, listen to me. I don't mean that Roy is not a good man. But I am so confused about why you decided to marry him suddenly."

"Irish, I am too tired to deal with these worries. I just found a man who could love me and care about me." Saying this, Cassie couldn't help but burst out laughing and continued, "Irish, talk about yourself. Do you still muddle along just like me?"

However, Irish was confused about what she meant. Cassie turned to be curious about Irish's recent life. "Irish, I heard something about you occasionally in my company."

"Wow, Cassie, it seems that you are not busy with your work enough."

"Of course not. It is because the news about you is too attractive," replied Cassie with a smile.

"Okay, then let's talk about it." Irish was waiting for Cassie to continue.

Irish slept at Joseph's office, and she happened to be seen by the receptionist who was responsible for serving coffee to Joseph every day.

When she got in, she found that Irish had fallen asleep on the couch, but Joseph just turned a blind eye to it, which shocked her somehow since it was well-known that Joseph was strict with his staff. Moreover, Joseph was discussing some issues with the public relations department director in a low voice.

When the young receptionist got into the office for the last time to serve coffee for them, she surprisingly found that Irish had changed her position.

Obviously, she had slept soundly, and she was lying on the couch, draped in Joseph's coat, with her head on Joseph's lap. But Joseph was still discussing things with his subordinates.

The young girl was almost frozen as if she had discovered a dark secret. Soon the staff in the company got to know this.

After hearing this, Irish remained motionless since she could not imagine the scene. She tried her best to recall what happened there but only to remember that she held a pillow in her arms when she woke up. Therefore, it must be Joseph who took it from the meeting room when he finished the discussion.

Irish suddenly suffered from a sense of suppression in her chest.

"Irish, you always try to persuade me before. But this time, you have to listen to me," said Cassie. She turned serious when she said this. "It is not bad to muddle along sometimes. Don't try to figure out Joseph's purpose for being with you. At least he got along with you because of love. And there is also no need for you to care if he is sincere with you because at least he did things for your own good. I know what you are worrying about. But the doctor only told you that you are not fit to get pregnant. He never told you that you were unable to get pregnant. Don't think too much. Medical science is developing so fast."

Irish recalled what Cassie had said after she hung up. And to her surprise, Irish found that now Cassie had kept a normal state of mind to life. Her telephone ring brought her out of her stupor. It was Jordan. Hesitating for a minute, Irish turned her phone silent and put it down then.

But obviously, Jordan was not going to give up while Irish just turned up the TV. Finally, the phone stopped ringing. Joseph didn't come to her on Friday night, and Irish spent a peaceful yet a little lonely night.

On Saturday morning, when Irish was still in her sound sleep, her phone rang. Reaching out, she picked up her telephone. And soon, Jordan's voice was heard on the other side of the phone. "Irish, I will practice at the autodrome. Will you come today?" asked Jordan in a tentative voice.

Irish immediately woke up as she heard Jordan's voice. "Jordan, don't try to take up my weekend," said Irish, trying to decline Jordan's invitation.

"Why? Do you have a date?" asked Jordan.

"Of course, I need to date your brother." Irish had no choice but to tell a lie.

Jordan was silent as he heard this. Noticing his silence, Irish continued, "Jordan, I know you want to stay in New York and don't want to go abroad. Then try to focus on practicing. You have to remember that whether I go or not will not affect you. Do you understand me?"

"You don't care about me anymore," replied Jordan.

"No, you are wrong. Your brother and I care about you." Irish was about to tell him they were family, but she held back her sentence.

Jordan hung up the phone without saying anything. Shocked, Irish shook her head helplessly and then fell asleep again.