They lived as usual. She ate and drank as usual, played coquettish with him or pretended to be angry, and bargained with him as usual.
Sometimes he wondered how much God trusted him that he gave Irish as his wife. Would he still feel happy like this if he hadn't had her or perhaps met another woman?
He was pretty sure that he wouldn't be happy if he married another woman.
Their days being a couple was quiet, which Joseph could not imagine. He cherished this kind of day and was willing to fight for their happiness.
Irish's head dropped, and her hands fiddled with his cell phone. Then, after hearing the words, she looked up at him and smiled, "It's not your fault. It's not what you want to happen. Besides, they can say what they like. The more people talk behind your back, the better you'll live, and it will make them mad."
Her words made Joseph laugh and cry.
His affection for her is getting deeper.
