At the opposite side of the bar was a modular sofa beside which laid a cashmere blanket. At the armrests of the couch, there was a pair of trousers and a shirt, and that was the reason why Irish couldn't help laughing.
Stepping forward, she took his shirt with a snort. She was right that Joseph didn't go home last night; instead, he slept on the couch for the whole night. Irish looked around and walked to the wardrobe and was shocked when she opened it since the neat suit, various shirts, and casual trousers, as well as polo shirts, were hung there, but most of them were dark business suits. It seemed that he really regarded this place as his home.
In the drawer, different types of ties, some exquisite stick pins, and some cufflinks lay there quietly and in the cabinet below was a row of business shoes, without any casual shoes.
He really was a workaholic.
