Enchanted By His Charm



Irish was helpless. It was the first time to see Joseph so childish. She thought of the old words, mature and steady men have a childish side, and sensible and delicate women have a maternal side.

Now, the steady man had the child's temper, and she should also play the maternal brilliance appropriately.

"Honey, don't be angry. I just didn't give it to you in the car." Almost half of her body was on Joseph, and she gently shook him, "Anger easily makes you wrinkle."

Joseph still ignored her.

Irish thought about it, more ebullient to stick to him, "Then I can't make up with you now?"

Joseph didn't move.

Her hand began to touch him and reached into the blanket.

"Let me help you."

Joseph was already uncomfortable, and how could he resist her initiation? He turned over and pressed her under him.

The way he looked made Irish laugh. "Haven't you been in a lonely, cold style? Why aren't you pretending now?"

"Have you settled down the dog?" Joseph pressed her with a low voice.

Irish grinned, "It is sleeping in the living room."

As soon as she finished her words, Joseph could not help but lower his head.

She was pricked by his chin and giggled.

Just as both of them got hot, they suddenly saw a dark shadow darting up to them, wagging her tail, and jumping cheerfully.

"Poppy!" Irish turned on the lamp and roared.

Poppy, sitting at once, put out his tongue as if waiting for instructions.

Joseph helplessly sighed, "Fortunately, we do not normally have dogs."

"I saw him asleep on the sofa." Irish was also helpless.

Joseph took a look at the door, "This is the consequence of unlocked doors."

Irish shouted and held Poppy's neck, feeling helpless, "Little poppy, now it's nighttime. We are playing our own games and not with you. Understood?"

Poppy barked happily. Obviously, he didn't understand Irish's meaning.

Irish was frightened by his bark. It was really shocking to hear a dog's clear barking. Luckily the Hampton was big enough. Otherwise, there must be complaints from neighbours.

"What can we do?" Irish turned around to look at Joseph.

Joseph hadn't had a pet before, so he had no other way but to stand up and shout at Poppy, signaling him to return to the living room.

However, Poppy's understanding was wrong. Seeing him stand up, Poppy grovelled down and regarded the bed as his nest.

Irish patted her head, helpless.

Seeing the situation, Joseph just walked forward with big steps and held Irish up.

Before Irish got his point, Joseph held her out of the bedroom and left the door before Poppy rushed out. 

"Joseph?" Irish was shocked. "Let's do it in the guest room." Joseph closed his lips, smiling.

****

Everyone seemed to be busy. Irish felt that she was still running, and suddenly someone stopped her. She could only see people running before her, and she just stopped there.

She was once a psychological counsellor to educate and comfort those office ladies who became households, inspiring them to find the most suitable and comfortable lifestyle. Still, now she herself has become a housewife.

Irish didn't accept the assessment from the association, so it might be very difficult for her to find a job in other institutes. Now nearly everybody knew the rumour, and it was impossible just to make an excuse.

Later, Irish discussed with Joseph that she wanted to be employed in other fields.

Joseph didn't oppose it and just asked her, "Is that what you want to do?"

Irish thought of it for a while and shook her head lightly.

Joseph just held her into his bosom and said, "You must find something you really like. Just wait if it is not the time now. Do not make some regretful decisions due to impulsion."

Actually, what Irish was more afraid of was that Joseph would dislike her one day.

Knowing her thought, Joseph laughed, "Just stay at home. You don't need to regret it since I am also one to make you jobless."

Irish immediately felt comfortable.

However, she was still a person who couldn't just stay at home. She learned some lessons on tea art and calligraphy. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she learned tea art, while on Tuesdays and Thursdays, she learned calligraphy. On weekends, she would have a rest time. The schedule was full and bountiful.

Joseph just laughed after knowing that, "You will become a master in art one day."

Irish said proudly, "Just wait for me to become a master. There must be my masterpieces in the world."

Finding oneself in peace might be the final theme for learning. Before it, one needed to encounter many kinds of difficulties and traps. No matter whether tea art or calligraphy would help one to find oneself in peace and ruin her anxiety and terror.

Today, she had a calligraphy lesson. As she was busy, her phone rang suddenly.

She forgot to adjust it to the vibration mode.

The quiet atmosphere was disrupted soon.

Irish's hands trembled, and the ink was splashed onto her clothes. In front of so many students, she apologized to them embarrassingly. Putting the writhing brush down, she picked up her phone and left the classroom.

Cassie called her. Her voice was weak and helpless.

Irish felt surprised.

"I'm in the Harmony Hospital. Irish, could you please come?" 

Irish felt nervous, "What happened?" she asked.

"Come first." Cassie's voice was lower.

Irish couldn't focus on her lessons, and she just ran to the hospital hurriedly without changing her clothes.

****

It was in Harmony Hospital.

Cassie was nestled on the sofa in the restroom. Her face was as pale as a fish without any blood.

Irish walked out of the lift. As soon as she ran into the restroom, she saw Cassie immediately. Irish felt nervous upon seeing her.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?" She came forward and sat beside Cassie.

Cassie held her neck as she saw Irish.

Irish patted her shoulder, and she suddenly found that Cassie was trembling.

"Do not shock me. What's wrong?" Irish's voice was soft.

Cassie didn't answer her question soon and just held her tightly. After a while, she recovered and released Irish. 

Irish looked at her anxiously, her heart beating quickly.

"You know, I do TCT yearly," Cassie said weakly.

Irish nodded, but in the next second, she just opened her eyes and held Cassie's hands, "Anything wrong.... with the result?"

It was suggested that women should do TCT every year after 25 years old, which was the most direct test for cervical cancer screening, and it could also prevent cancer. Cassie and Irish did that each year.

As Cassie mentioned, Irish thought that there might be problems with the result.

Cassie shook her head and passed on a laboratory test report to Irish. 

Irish couldn't understand. As she took it over, she felt surprised.

It was a test report for pregnancy.

There was a diagnosis from a doctor: Positive.

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