Her face blushed after hearing this, and she handed the nightgown to him, "Go, run the bath water, and I will cook something for you."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes." Irish glared at him and rushed out of the room while Joseph stared at her back and smiled softly.
It turned out that even a chef couldn't cook without ingredients for food, let alone that Irish wasn't good at cooking.
Therefore, when Joseph went out of the bathroom and walked to the kitchen, staring at her, who looked at the two bags of instant noodles motionlessly there, he couldn't help walking toward her and then asking while frowning, "You eat this for dinner?"
"No, I didn't eat." She blinked her eyes.
Joseph looked more amiable when he changed into home clothes. His hair was wet but looked sexier and more charming, but he frowned again.
