Enchanted By His Charm



Irish felt a sense of despair.

"Moreover, even though there is no direct evidence linking Joseph to the crime, he will be monitored as a suspect. Once he is released from the police station, he may soon face investigation by the prosecutor's office. Irish, you need to prepare yourself mentally," Jay advised.

Irish nodded, her expression subdued.

Ever since Irish married Joseph, she knew that a peaceful life was unlikely. While she yearned for such tranquility, she had to courageously face difficulties whenever they arose.

"Now the police are conducting a comprehensive evidence collection. They will be making records and questioning anyone related to the case. Both of you are on the list," Jay reminded them.

Irish was taken aback. "It's fine for me, but why would they need to interrogate Jordan? He was in Washington at the time."

"Relatives are required to cooperate according to the rules. After all, this is a murder case," Jay explained.

Jordan shrugged and said, "It's alright."

"So... what should we do?" Irish asked anxiously.

Jay looked at them with a serious expression. "You don't need to do anything extraordinary. Just answer their questions honestly. Since we all believe in Joseph's innocence, it's important to tell the truth. That's the best course of action."

Irish and Jordan nodded in agreement.

****

With Jay's assistance, Irish felt reassured. Additionally, having a team of lawyers waiting in the wings helped alleviate her anxiety. 

She firmly believed that Joseph was innocent and held onto hope that things would improve.

Jordan decided to extend his stay in New York, seeking leave from his coach as he eagerly awaited news about Joseph. Meanwhile, the Runestone Group was actively preparing for the launch of the new arrivals, as per Irish's request. Difficulties were inevitable, but they pressed forward.

Although Daisy served as Joseph's assistant, she faced her fair share of challenges as a woman in her position.

Jordan had learned about the Runestone Group's preparations for the upcoming event from Irish. As he looked at the site map for the new arrivals launch, he shook his head and commented, "It doesn't align with the concept of Classics Once More."

Irish initially didn't pay much attention to Jordan's words. In her mind, his primary interest lay in racing cars.

However, as Jordan sat beside her and pointed out the inconsistencies in the plan, he spoke rapidly and with genuine sincerity. 

His sudden focus caught Irish's attention, and her eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, "Yes, you can help Roy!"

Jordan nearly choked, taking a long while before responding angrily, "I'm not interested."

"Brothers should work together. Joseph has been preparing for this for a long time. Now that he's unable to pursue it, as his brother, you should step in and help him," Irish persuaded.

Jordan let out a sigh and admitted, "It's difficult. I can't convince them since I'm not part of the company."

Understanding his predicament, Irish responded, "You mean it's challenging for you to persuade them?" 

Jordan winked and nodded.

"Don't worry. The shareholders are now aligned with us. They don't want failure, either. As long as it benefits the company, they won't oppose it," Irish assured him nonchalantly.

After contemplating for a moment, Jordan finally agreed.

One day later, Joseph finally returned.

As Irish opened the door, her heart raced with anticipation. There he stood, a tall figure with tired eyes, looking at her and offering a faint smile.

Without hesitation, she embraced him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Joseph reciprocated the embrace, holding her tightly with his chin resting against her ear. He spoke softly, "I'm being monitored by the police now."

"I don't care," Irish said, gripping his neck tightly. She was afraid of losing him.

Joseph guided her into the room, still holding her close. At this moment, Irish realized how much she feared losing him.

After a while, she released him and lightly brushed his forehead, saying, "You must be exhausted. Let me get some water for you, and you can take a bath. Then we'll have something to eat."

·ƈθm Mia had been absent during these past few days. With the incident unfolding, Irish chose not to involve her in order to maintain privacy.

Joseph simply nodded in response.

As Irish prepared to leave, Joseph reached out and pulled her back.

She turned to look at him.

He mirrored her gaze.

Joseph slowly withdrew his arms and enveloped her in a tight embrace.

Her back pressed against his chest, and a familiar scent enveloped her. She had missed it, missed the feeling of being held by him. Only in his embrace did she feel the vulnerability that she once held. She could only look up to him and relish in the sense of security he provided.

"Irish," Joseph whispered her name, his head lowering, "I've missed you so much."

His nose nuzzled against her hair, finding solace in its fragrance during these challenging days.

Irish clung to his arms tightly, intertwining her fingers with his.

She, too, had missed him dearly.

During the time he was away, every minute felt like an eternity for her.

"Joseph, things will get better, won't they?" she whispered.

Joseph buried his face in her hair, his voice gentle as he replied, "I'm sorry that you have to suffer through all of this right after we got married."

Irish turned around, holding his neck, and looked into his eyes as she spoke each word deliberately, "I have never regretted marrying you. Not for a moment."

Joseph was deeply moved, and he tenderly kissed her lips.

While Joseph was taking a bath, he fell asleep.

Irish finished preparing the meal, but Joseph didn't come out of the bathroom. It was only when she entered the bathroom that she discovered Joseph asleep in the bathtub, his head tilted to the side.

Joseph rested his hands on the edges of the bathtub, water still clinging to his muscles. His breathing was steady, and his brows were relaxed. Irish tiptoed closer and sat beside the bathtub, silently watching him.

She felt a pang of sympathy for him.

He must have furrowed his brow many times, she thought, noticing the faint crease between his eyebrows.

He must be exhausted. That's why he fell asleep as soon as he took a bath.

Irish didn't want to disturb him. She tested the water temperature, finding it had become cold. She turned on the thermostat to keep the water warm continuously. With tender care, she lightly rubbed his body, ensuring he was comfortable.

Being by his side felt so comforting.

Being close to him and touching him felt so wonderful.

While she was gently wiping away the bath foam, Joseph woke up. The brief rest seemed to have revived him. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Let me do it myself."