Enchanted By His Charm



Ruby felt desperate about her words, "Do not just blame yourself. It's my choice, for which I never feel regretful. Maybe everything is doomed. As for the Runestone Group, it is my father's work with great effort. I don't care about it at all. Emery, I'm good. I feel satisfied every day since I can build for my future with my own efforts."

Emery looked at her, smiling lightly.

"But the Lake is your home. Do not be separated from them because of me." Holding the pillow, Ruby smiled lightly," Time wins everything. I believe that one day they can accept it."

Emery felt that this day would never come.

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When Irish was awake, she couldn't tell where she was. Laughing and noise were hanging over her mind, fabulous light as well.

The room was very quiet. A thick curtain covered the light outside the window, and it was difficult to tell what time it was now from the darkness.

Irish sat up, holding her aching head. The thin tissue fell down from her blanket. Looking around, she found that it was as luxurious as a palace. It seemed that it was a time crossing for her.

It was Hampton.

She came back to Hampton.

However, she couldn't remember when she came back to Hampton and how.

There was a wood smell in the room, which was light and could help her fall asleep with no dream.

It was such a big bed.

There was nobody on the other side of her.

There was a smell of Joseph's hair on the pillow and a light wooden smell.

But where was Joseph?

Irish held the blanket and looked at the time after a while. It was 3 p.m. in the afternoon!

She got off the bed hurriedly, and unluckily her knees crashed on the foot of the bed. She jumped to the washroom and found herself in the mirror. She looked so tired. What happened?

She opened the curtain. Brilliant sunshine rushed into the room, making the room golden.

Wearing white pajamas, Irish walked over to the rooms like a shadow. She could hear the whistle from the birds and feel the quietness of the whole of Hampton.

She was thinking about whether those rich women in the palace would feel lonely while walking from one room to another room.

Irish felt regret. She should have lived in Midtown Manhattan. At least there was no need for her to find Joseph in every room. It was so easy for her to find Joseph in Midtown Manhattan.

Maybe he went to the company?

As she walked to the garden, she stopped guessing.

There were so many flowers and trees in the garden.

Irish had lived in Hampton for a while, but she still kept respect for all the flowers and trees there. Take the cherry-apple tree as an example, and it was an old and big tree. Maybe it was an expensive variety ordered by Joseph. All in all, it was a plant, more expensive than herself, but she couldn't call the name.

Let alone other plants here. Joseph just sat under the ancient tree, having a rest.

It would be an exaggeration to describe it as having a rest.

He sat on the large shaking chair under the tree, leaning against there idly and calling someone. It seemed that he was listening most of the time and just ordering occasionally.

The temperature this year was abnormal. The tree didn't bloom until now.

It was in the flowering phase. There were large flowers on his head. She heard that these flowers would turn white later, which was just like the snow. In September, there will be fruits.

Joseph saw her, so he just held his hands out while talking about the business. His hands were large and powerful. 

On his palm, there was a red light shadow. It was a shadow of the sunshine falling on the tree. Thick leaves covered the ray of light, and only coldness was left.

Irish dared not to interrupt him, so she just gave her hands out.

Joseph dressed casually today, which was hardly seen.

He wore a casual sleeve and a pair of light linen pants. Unlike usual suits, he looked more easygoing today.

He held Irish's hands and played with her hands. At the same time, he urged something related to the new arrivals to the design department on the call.

Standing under the tree, there was a slow wind. It felt so good.

Irish suddenly felt that such a leisurely life was just what she wanted.

They both became a real couple after yesterday. Until now, Irish felt in a daze, as if they had both got to know each other yesterday.

At that time, she called him "brother-in-law."

Fate was so mysterious, and just in this way, she became Joseph's wife, while he became her husband.

After the phone call, Joseph still leaned against the chair. Looking at Irish, he smiled, "You can really sleep."

Irish felt blushed. She was to ask something yesterday, and just at this time, his phone rang again.

She frowned and murmured. "Let me come back to the house."

Joseph pulled her hands, smiling, "No."

He got through the call.

"Oh, Bevan, hello." He just made the phone call in front of her.

Irish felt bored again. She thought that she should grab the phone and just throw it in the pool. However, she dared not to do so. They were talking about something official, and she just thought of her aunt's words, "A married woman should take good care of her husband and children."

Take good care of them. She didn't know whether she could make it or not.

How could she take care of them? It seemed to be so difficult.

Lowering her eyes, she released Joseph's hands and walked beside the pool, feeding the fish in the aquarium.

The sunshine on her head was not so hot, and the wading shadows were so beautiful.

If such a kind of life could continue forever, it would be sweet and beautiful.

Turning around, she met Joseph's look. She felt touched. He seemed to be looking at her all the time. Listening to the phone, he just looked at her face, smiling lightly. He

was so gentle. 

Irish couldn't help exclaiming, "Such a sweet life!"

It felt so good.

She just hoped that nothing or nobody would interrupt the tranquility at this time.