Enchanted By His Charm



Joseph had never known it all the time, and he was completely dead.

"I know she said to you she couldn't be easily pregnant because she had a miscarriage. I think you should know what she's saying. In fact, she doesn't want you to feel guilty. She'd rather have all the faults on her head." Cassie said.

"And, in fact, she had no guilt on you at all! She's never been trying to abolish because of your words; on the contrary, she bears everything. When you know that the baby's gone, you can give all the hatred to her, but what about her? She's alone and can't find anyone to vent to! You say you love her, but do you trust her? If it's not for you, she won't be sad and left alone to face the pain of losing the child. If you can trust her more, even if she's lost, at least you'll be with her for the most difficult time. You indeed love your child, but you'll never know the pain of a mother watching her child die, and that's the pain like tearing her body, and the man will never be able to experience it!"

Suddenly Joseph realized it!

What Cassie said to him didn't last long, but the words were like swords, piercing him in the heart.

He thought of what he had done to her when he was in Chicago and that her already weak body was suffering psychologically.

Thinking of all this, Joseph would like to kill himself!

Cassie looked at him, and his face was pale. His big hand was holding the table, and the tall body was near the rickety, and then she sighed, "I think Irish do not want to see you like this, so she lied to you. She has her reason. She's definitely not going to want me to tell you the truth, as she said, the result is the same, so it is not necessary to find fault. Today, I'm telling you that, and I have no other purpose, but I hope you won't treat her poorly. She had been so frank and always been with you. Losing the child makes her sad, and painful memories are caused by your attitude to her. Since you love each other, why do you torture each other?"

Cassie left the words and went away.

Joseph had been standing there for a long time.

At the thought of this, his arm was tightened again. From yesterday to the present, and in the future, he would live in guilt. He hated his loss of reason, the time he had a bad confrontation with Henry, and losing his temper that ruined their life.

He really thought Irish had killed his child, and he had always believed it, so every time he wanted to love her very much, the thought always echoed in his mind, "I love Joseph, but I do not want to have a baby for you at all!"

The child was like a thorn embedded in his heart. Although he ordered himself to put it down, when he knew that losing their child had impacted her ability to give birth in the future, it was impossible for him not to get mad.

He was wondering, how could she be so cruel? Cruel enough to hurt herself!

However, he was deeply in love with her and could not convince himself not to love her, and turned a blind eye to her. On that rainy day, when he found her on Bluestone Street and hugged her into his arms, he really thought about putting down his anger. They would be happy even if they had no children.

Joseph deeply reprimanded himself and cursed himself silently.

How nobly did he think he was? He thought he had been feeling aggrieved and that his efforts in this love were so much and so occupied the moral highlands, but in fact, Irish alone endured the child's miscarriage was enough to make his heart ache.

What was his pain compared to hers?

It was him who was blinded by anger, and he forgot that she was a person who dared to love and hate, and he forgot that she had shed tears under him and said, 'Joseph, I'm in love with you. What should I do?'

It was he who forgot that what a woman said at this time was the truest. He forgot.

Or was he the one who really didn't know how to love?

So, looking at Irish like this, he knew she was sad, and his heart was as painful as being gouged out by a knife. His pain came from her concealment of the truth, so he felt guilty and regretted it. He cursed himself for his beast-like behavior. He might not have hurt so much if he did not know the truth.

He owed her this, and he was willing to pay it back all his life. 

Irish nestled in his arms for a while, and a long time later said, "I'm not angry, they don't know..."

"I'm sorry." Joseph expressed an apology on top of her head and kissed her on the forehead.

Irish looked at him with a little surprise and did not understand why he said it.

Joseph didn't explain much, but he tightened his arm and looked down at her. "You like big gifts so much, then I'll buy you bigger than this one."

Irish could not help laughing.

"What do I need something that big for?" At the end of the conversation, she adjusted her mood to open up other gifts.

Joseph looked at her back, and in his fundus was pity and love.

"Ah? This gift is very strange." Irish took a box and shook it. It was very light.

The box was packed in black wrapping paper, very conspicuous. Looking at the color of the wrapping paper, it was bizarre. Who would choose to use this color of wrapping paper to pack wedding gifts?

Joseph took the gift.

Irish pressed his hand at once. "It's not a time bomb, is it?"

Joseph' admired her imagination. "If you want to blow it up, I will blow it up first." At the end of the speech, the package was unpacked.

Seeing that there was no danger, Irish hurriedly snatched the box. "I'll do it."

She amused Joseph.

The box was opened, and there was no priceless jewelry, but the contents of it surprised Irish.

"It's a gift, too? I'm sure your friend did it, and my friend would never have a note in the box." Irish shook things from the box at Joseph.

A folded note.

In a small box.

Joseph also felt strange and opened it. Irish also went to see it, and the handwriting on it was clear and twisted, and it should have been written using the left hand.

"Congratulations! You finally reunited, and fate was unspeakable." Irish read and frowned. She blinked and asked Joseph, "What does it mean?"

Joseph looked at the words on the note and thought about it.

"Finally reunited?" Irish thought, "How can we both feel strange describing our relationship with this sentence?"