In fact, he could make a phone call and did not need to come back directly from abroad.
For even if it was just a phone call, she would be glad to hear his voice.
Joseph held her tightly and tried to relax his mind not to question her further. Then, with a smile on his lips rose again, staring at her, "You guess why come back?"
With her lips closed, Irish caught joy in his deep eyes. Like the sun and fire, the light brightened his expression and weakened the weariness between his eyebrows.
"You threw me a huge grenade at the end of the phone, and I'm no longer in a good mood there." As he spoke, his smile never stopped.
Irish saw his joy but could not help asking, "Then you... Are you happy?"
Joseph could not help pulling her closer to his face, his thin lips clinging to her ear, "Too happy, and I'll go crazy."
She laughed.
"When did you know?" He let her go and asked her again.
