Irish glared at her and then sat down beside Joseph, fondling his cheeks, and called him softly, "Joseph....."
He did not respond to her, but his eyelid moved slightly. He looked very afflictive and frowned with his lips pressed into a thin line. The young model standing beside said tentatively, "Mr. Dover has drunk a lot of wine, and he can't even walk straight."
Irish turned to her abruptly and replied angrily, "I am not blind."
The young model was frightened by her but stared at her secretly after Irish turned back to her again.
She was beautiful, and she couldn't help extolling though she was also a woman, and then the young woman turned to the man on the couch. Now she could understand why he would call her baby. They were well-matched.
But Irish ignored her since she knew this model was just a peripheral girl, but she could do nothing since Joseph was drunk now, so she turned to the model and reached out her hands, "Give me the phone."
