"I'm thirsty," Irish said with a soft voice behind him. Joseph stopped and turned to look at her.
"I'm thirsty, my brother-in-law." It was different from just now when she called him brother-in-law, it sounded helpless this time. Her eyes looked like those of an innocent deer, pure and simple.
Joseph was tenderhearted again and sighed slightly, "Wait for me here." Irish grinned.
Beside his luxurious villa, the resting room was the place where he usually lived since he was busy with his official business. Sometimes he didn't want to drive home through the night, and he would stay here. Therefore, there were many available everyday items here, including clothes.
