His breath was still sweet, so sweet that it could make her cry.
Irish wanted to cry, but she was afraid to do so, so she sat quietly in Joseph's arms for a few seconds, and in those seconds, she deeply remembered her feelings inside his arms.
Soon, she pushed him away and got up, "You should go, and I'll hand you my resignation letter in two days."
Joseph was startled and ordered her back, "Stop."
She paused.
"What did you say? Tell me again!" Displeased, he stood up and came towards her.
Irish resisted the displeasure that came to her, gently lifting her lips, "Joseph, you don't naively think that I've done this for you?"
Joseph had come to her, a turbulent current under his dark eyes.
