Enchanted By His Charm



After feeding one bag of fish food, Joseph finished his call and pulled his hands, "Come here." 

Irish cleaned her hands and came forward, but she was pulled to the chair by him. She was afraid that the leg of the chair would break, while Joseph just smiled and said, "You overrated your weight."

They both were just crowded into the wide chair, and Irish was just nestled into his bosom. The light wood smell was spread in their nose by the wind. It was so comfortable that she didn't want to move at all.

"When did we come back last night?" She asked idly.

Joseph laughed in her head, "It was not last night but at dawn today."

She raised her head, "Did the wedding end so late?"

Joseph lowered his head, looking at her, "Irish."

His voice was serious.

Irish just sat up seriously. She forgot that it was a shaking chair, and then she just fell into his bosom again. He circled her with arms with a questioning voice, "Last you were acting to join in other's wedding."

Ah?

What's wrong? She thought.

Looking at Irish's questioning eyes, Joseph reiterated the experience from last night to today's lawn. 

The disaster just began the moment when Irish got drunk.

Joseph was busy being toasted by business partners. Daisy got drunk too, let alone Jean and Bowen, so Joseph had to accompany them.

When it was to end, Joseph found that Irish was gone.

Everyone on the lawn got drunk. Steven and Mary just drank with their relatives, and it was difficult to get any clue from them. Joseph had thought that Irish had gone to the restroom or fallen asleep somewhere, but he found that her college students and Cassie were gone as well.

People would laugh if they knew he had lost his bride on their wedding night.

Joseph quickly came to Roy and told him.

"Your wife and mine are gone."

Roy was drunk, holding the pillow on the sofa, laughing. "Hey, my wife is in my arms."

In his drunkenness, Joseph had to call the waiter, who said they saw Irish leave with a large group of people as if they were going to a bar for a single night.

Single night!

Joseph wanted to find Irish and hit her at once. She had been married, and what kind of single night was she trying?

What was more, she turned off her cell phone!

The driver took Joseph all the way to the bar that Irish had been to before. As soon as he asked, Irish had really been here. The bar owner pointed to a table of empty wine bottles and told Joseph that the women were too drunk.

When he asked where they were going, the boss thought about it and said, "They seem to be going to sing. A woman said she would go to the nearby 'Cash Cabinet' to sing."

A woman?

Joseph described Irish's appearance, and the bar owner thought about it and took out an ID card from his wallet and said, "It's her?" 

Joseph was totally angry when seeing the card, which was Irish's.

Why is her ID card here?

The bar owner hurriedly explained that the woman had drunk more than $5,000 of wine and then said that she had to deposit her ID card here because she hadn't taken enough cash and left her phone number and home address. She said that she would come to pay the money tomorrow, and if she didn't pay it, he could collect her debts at home.

At a glance, he found that she had left her address in Midtown Manhattan. It could be imagined that if the bar owner really came to collect debts, she would have to be scared to death.

Helpless, he had to take out his wallet and check out and get her ID card back.

And then he went to the "Cash Cabinet". The owner of the bar almost cried as soon as he saw the photo on her ID card. He grabbed Joseph's arm and stopped letting him go. He said that as soon as the woman on the ID card had entered the VIP box, she thought the sofa was hard. She had pulled out a big hole in the sofa to see what kind of material it was made of.

Joseph felt confused, but he could imagine how heroic Irish was at the time.

Reimbursing what she had damaged, he asked the boss which box they were in.

The boss said they had left early, and he added, "They should have gone to a nearby restaurant for dinner." Then he returned a pile of things to Joseph. Joseph looked at them, which were bracelets and necklaces worth a lot of money. Although, at first glance, he found the jewelry of Irish from the Cash Cabinet, Joseph began a long way to find his wife.

There were so many restaurants nearby that he had almost inquired about each one, and in the end, he really found her. As a result, he paid for the damages and redeemed a bunch of jewelry from the owner. Oh, and Cassie's ID card.

Finally, Irish was found beside a big tree beside a road.

Cassie was also with her. 

He didn't see anyone else, so they might have hitchhiked away.

Joseph would never forget that scene. The sky was just bright, and fortunately, there were very few people on the street. In front of the big tree, Cassie sat on the ground with her head against the trunk, drooping, drunk and unconscious. And Irish, leaning against the trunk, was talking endlessly at the trunk. "Cassie, do you think we are good sisters? You, right? I think, ah, we both got married in a hurry. The bride and groom will have a single day before they get married. We should go abroad and have a good time."

Although Joseph was also drunk, he would not have known her, for this scene really humiliated him.

He held her up without saying a word.

But she clung to the trunk and shouted for help.

The street, which was already empty and silent, was boiling, and a small number of pedestrians looked that way. Near the embassy district, patrolling police officers came forward behind them, looking at Joseph as if he was a female trafficker.

There was no way, he had to explain that this was his wife, and he took out their identity cards and handed them to the officers.

Cassie was sent directly back to Roy, and he carried Irish back to the courtyard.

Under the tree, Irish stared at Joseph in dismay, as if he were talking about others until a long time later. "No way, you're definitely not talking about me."

"It turns out that you show your true face as soon as you drink," Joseph said patiently.

Irish couldn't remember anything. They drank too much.

"All I remember is asking them to drink on the lawn." Her last memory remained at that moment.

Joseph touched her head as if he was caressing a child.

"It's my fault, too. I wish I had kept an eye on you." Joseph thought, "The precursor to your drunkenness is to scold Cheska and make her cry."

"What?"

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