Enchanted By His Charm

So, what on earth was it?

Irish only felt puzzled, and it might not be clear to find the clues.

The consequences of the matter could only be seen in the quarrel, and it was not possible to know the cause.

Joseph's face was unpleasant. From Irish's point of view, she did not know whether it was the light or something, his face was almost iron green, and his thin lips tightly closed into a sharp line.

The pressure in the room was too low for Irish to breathe.

She looked into Joseph's eyes while Joseph stared at Jordan, whose eyes were vaguely unhappy, cold, and depressed as if they were floating clouds above the wide sea, which were about to rain.

At this time, Irish instead hoped that Joseph could say something and retort Jordan's words because once he refuted, he would explain so that she could at least know a corner of the situation.

But she knew clearly that Joseph had never been good at explaining anything and that he was sometimes so grumpy that the more he was misunderstood, the more unwilling he was to explain anything too much.

So, when he spoke again, his voice was dim and cold, too, as Irish had expected.

"I don't want to waste my breath saying the same thing," he said. "Since you can't sleep, pack your bags because there are only 12 hours left before you board the plane."

Things were getting worse, Irish thought.

Joseph was a successful businessman, but as a guardian, he was a failure because even if his starting point was good, it was futile not to find a good way to communicate and implement.

Therefore, Jordan would certainly resist, especially since he had just returned to the team.

Sure enough, Jordan replied coldly, "No way, this time I will never listen to you to go back."

"What are you talking about?" Joseph's face was cold, and the green tendons of his forehead were protruding.

"Unless you want to watch me die!" Jordan said.

Irish took a deep breath. "Jordan, can you shut up? Could your brother do that?"

Unexpectedly, before Jordan's answer, Joseph was angry, and the anger in his eyes was no longer suppressed and almost burned. "I'd rather watch you kill yourself than go to the racecourse to collect your body!"

Jordan's eyes were suddenly stunned.

Irish's brain buzzed. They went too far.

But she knew that Jordan had just threatened Joseph, and the most annoying thing about Joseph was to be threatened, not to mention he was Jordan.

Unable to question Joseph why he spoke so much, she had to persuade Jordan not to be angry.

But he was really hurt by Joseph's words, gnashing his teeth. "Well, then you have to have me on the plane. I'm sure you can see the news that the diamond tycoon's brother committed suicide before the plane landed! You broke my plans, what other value do I have in this world? But there is one thing you have to remember, if I do not die, I will work for my dream, even if you cut off the investment channel, even if Horry does not allow me to compete, I will not give up the racing in my life!"

At the end of the conversation, he turned around and left.

"Come back!" Joseph roared.

Irish feared that things were serious and hurriedly stopped Joseph so that he would not go after him.

And Joseph happened to be in anger. Seeing her come forward to stop, he was angry and yelled, "Irish, which side are you taking? Get out of the way!"

"What if you chase him back? Do you want to keep arguing? He won't obey your arrangements at all, and you won't compromise with him. Why don't you two calm down first?" Irish stood before him, looked up at him, and her voice was sincere.

At this time, if there must be a rational person, it could only be her.

As for Joseph and Jordan, it was obvious that they were crazy.

Joseph stared at Irish, cold, without the faint floating softness, and from the authority shown by his tall and strong figure, he was serious and alienated.

Jordan still did not look back, and Joseph, although there was still anger in his eyes, he did not chase out.

A long time later, he sat stiffly on the sofa, wondering, and his eyebrows clung together. He remained silent, and after a long time, he drew a box of cigarettes from the coffee table, opened it, and took out a cigarette.

And a crisp sound of the lighter came out. And it shook the restless and quiet air in the room.

The cigarette was lit.

Scarlet cigarette butts made smoke, green and white, which confused Irish's eyes.

Soon, the wood fragrance on his body was replaced by tobacco flavor, desolate and burnout.

Yes, he was tired when he returned to Midtown Manhattan, and at present, he may be even more tired.

Irish froze in place, only to find that her knees could not move and bent gently to move. It seemed that it was rusty. For a while, she didn't know how to face Joseph.

Or, she needed to say something.

Her mouth moved, but she didn't spit out a word.

Joseph puffed smoke, and she could not see his eyes clearly under the smoke.

Finally, he silently finished a cigarette and pressed the cigarette end hard in the ashtray. Irish stared at the cigarette butts that had been knocked out under his fingertips, almost crushed. She trembled in her heart, and she saw that he was sulking.

Irish thought about it for a long time and felt that she could not just stay there. She wanted to tell him that it was too late and they should go to bed, but obviously, this sentence was nonsense. According to Joseph's current mood, he was afraid that he could not sleep.

She moved his step and sat down opposite him.

There was a moment's fatigue in the knee, and she had been standing for a long time.

"Two years ago, Jordan made the effort to let Horry lose both legs, and he no longer touched the car. I believe that the two years for Jordan were a torment. He was not a child, and this was a blow to him. As his brother, you were against him, it was reasonable. But even Horry encouraged him to return to the team, and only you opposed him. I think there must be something else."

He sat there like a stone in the center of the sea, silent and cold. Irish didn't urge him, sat on the opposite side of him, and felt a little coldness on her knee.