Joseph did not shy away from her push and leaned sideways, the smile in his eyes seemed to be aroused by her anger.
"Still laughing? Stop laughing!" Irish felt more embarrassed and lifted her hand to hit him on the chest.
This time he did not dodge it but simply hugged her and fastened her to his sturdy chest. Her heart was beating so fast, and she struggled hard, but he never let go.
"Joseph!" She could not get away, panting, and stared at him.
Joseph did not smile, looking down at her in his arms, he asked in a slightly serious tone, "Isabel, what are you afraid of?"
Irish's body suddenly went stiff. She thought he had felt that.
"Tell me what you're afraid of." He repeated the sentence, and his voice sounded a little persuasive this time.
