"I know now that you didn't intend to hide it from me since you asked me to get that rough diamond from Tuell. But don't you think it would be better to explain it to me in person?" Irish frowned and looked unpleasant.
Joseph sighed slightly and sat back on the couch. "Come over here." He waved at her and patted the space beside him.
She hesitated for a second but still walked to him, reaching out to him. She sat down beside him and curled up in his arms. Joseph said with a low voice, "Why should I explain for the second time? Isabel, you know I am injured, and I don't want to talk much."
"You are making excuses." Irish looked at him and got so close to him that she could even smell his woody fragrance.
Therefore, she finally saw his smiling eyes, which looked like the light rising from a calm coastline and expanding gradually. "I am serious," Joseph said.
