Irish hurriedly stepped forward to help him lift his foot to close the door.
"Why did you drink so much?" Her heart ached, and she helped him down on the sofa.
"It's all right." He leaned against the sofa and sank into it all.
Irish took his coat, laid it aside, and saw that he was pale and worried. She untied his tie and said softly, "You sit here."
Joseph was obedient and nodded.
After a while, Irish brought the hot water with a towel in her hand. Joseph closed his eyes on the sofa, eyebrow still slightly frowning, and looked rather uncomfortable.
Sitting next to him, she could smell the rich smell of wine and tobacco that had replaced his original woody scent, and at such a late night, the drunken man who had suddenly visited was somewhat dangerous and unkind.
She was so upset and angry that she couldn't say anything more. She wiped his face and hands with a towel, then took the water and whispered softly, "Drink some water?"
