Joseph didn't respond, just like an angry lion. He looked out of the window blankly.
Daisy walked forward quietly, intending to figure out what he was looking at. Following his gaze, she saw Irish's weak figure dragging her luggage. She asked in surprise, "Where is she going?"
Joseph stared down and saw Irish getting in the car. He answered slowly, "Hong Kong." As he said it, the heavy rain poured down, and it became dim outside. He frowned and straightened his back.
Daisy fully understood and felt regretful.
"Mr. Dover, so…"
"Let's carry on." Joseph sat back in his seat. His demeanor became cold.
Daisy still asked, "So tomorrow..."
Joseph still looked cold and said lightly, "Back to New York."
****
There was a kind of beauty in the melancholy fall in New York.
However, the nightlife wasn't influenced by the weather and still showed its comfort to those who were lost and upset in a vibrant and independent way.
