Irish was wise enough to shut up, fearing that someone would see her embarrassed when the elevator stopped on the way, so she buried her whole face in his arms like an ostrich.
Fortunately, the elevator went directly to the top floor of the presidential suite and never stopped.
The door of the room was wide open, and the private housekeeper stood respectfully at the door as Joseph brought Irish all the way back to the room. The housekeeper was not surprised to see Joseph coming in with Irish. Leo was sitting on the sofa in the living room as if he was at home.
Joseph turned a blind eye to him and brought Irish directly into the bedroom.
Leo rose and followed him in, leaning lazily against the door frame with his arms clasped around his chest, watching Joseph put Irish on the bed without saying a word.
Irish felt extremely embarrassed. Her meticulously molded elegant self-image had been destroyed before these two men!
