Enchanted By His Charm

Mary walked them out of the inpatient building. They could see many patients taking a walk in the garden of the hospital while others were basking in the sun in a wheelchair. They all looked pale and were in blues. Irish could feel the smell of death when she passed by.

Irish stopped Mary and gave her a hug. The doctor told them to wait and observe Steven's condition.

Mary looked up at Joseph, who stayed calm. A moment later, she then said, "The doctor said that perhaps Steven could accept an operation. But Joseph invited some famous experts to have a consultation. But they all thought that Steven had lost the chance to accept the operation since the cancer cell was transferred into another lung. The only way was to accept chemotherapy as well as some traditional Chinese treatment. However, the expert also told them that it was impossible for him to heal up. They could only try to reduce his pain." Mary wiped her tears as she said.

Irish also suffered from grievance as she heard this, and she felt it hard to breathe.

"Isn't there any way to save my uncle's life?" asked Irish in a shaky voice.

For a long time, Irish pinned her hope on Joseph because she thought Joseph was equal to anything. But she was clear that she just wanted to find a spiritual ballast.

Staring at her pale face, Joseph held her in his arms silently.

Irish felt dizzy and then asked in a husky voice, "We could invite the world's best experts to treat him."

Mary was shocked and kept silent while Joseph held her face gently. "Irish, I have faxed the pathological report to those experts all over the world. But the diagnosis is the same."

After hearing this, Irish just felt her head buzzing.

"Irish, Jay, and I don't want him to suffer more. I have seen those patients who accepted chemotherapy in the hospital. They all looked in so much pain. Now, your Uncle is still unaware of his condition, so he is in a good state of mind. But if he is taken to the chemotherapy room, then he must get to know what happened. And at that time, if he couldn't remain in a good mental state, it would get worse, and he could only lead a life of unmitigated misery," said Mary.

Irish felt chilly and trembled slightly.

After a small pause, she then added, "There is a Department of Medical Research in the college where I teach. And I remember that the doctors are specialized in cellular transplantation."

Joseph stared at her for a while and felt sorry for her since he understood that Irish must be anguished.

"Irish," Joseph called her name softly.

"Irish, I also heard that. But this technology couldn't apply to all cryotherapy, such as lung cancer," Mary added anxiously.

Joseph heaved a sigh and then said softly. "Irish, Trust me. I would like to do anything to help our Uncle."

Irish said nothing but nodded slightly.

"Now, you have set your wedding day. That is a big issue for your Uncle. He has been looking forward to attending your wedding for a long time," Mary continued.

"Irish, everything will get better. Don't worry," persuaded Joseph.

Irish insisted on picking up some clothes for her Aunt Mary the next day. Joseph followed her suggestion and drove her back to Mary's house.

They remained silent in the car, with light music playing.

Sitting in the copilot position, Irish looked outside, but Joseph drove slowly because of the bad road condition. However, Irish was completely absorbed in her thoughts. She recalled the days she had spent with her Uncle and aunt. And she also remembered her Uncle Steven telling her not to be frightened when her mother died. He said that he would protect her. It also reminded Irish of the scene when Irish told her Uncle Steven that she had applied for a foreign college and was enrolled successfully. Although Uncle Steven was worried about Irish, who needed to stay abroad alone, he was happy to hear that news. But now her Uncle still was seriously ill.

Irish was in so much pain, but she could do nothing. Irish began to worry that she would be unable to smile on the wedding day. The car stopped slowly since it was a red light ahead.

Joseph turned to Irish, who still leaned against the window. It tugged at his heartstrings. Reaching out, Joseph held her shoulders. It was not until then Irish withdrew from her thoughts and looked into his eyes.

"Irish, there is nothing that could not go through in this world. The most important thing for you right now is to take a good rest tonight because you look so terrible. Do you understand?" Joseph reminded her.

Taking a deep breath, Irish nodded slightly, although she was clear that perhaps she was unable to get sleep tonight. Joseph rubbed her hair and then kept driving.

Irish didn't move her eyes this time but stared at his hands on the steering wheel. His hands were broad and warm, bringing her hope and courage.

Irish remembered the wedding that was coming soon a few days later and recalled the delicate relationship between people.

Although Irish and Joseph almost broke up with each other just a few days ago, they decided to get married now. It was her destiny to get to know Joseph.

From the moment when she ran into his arms that night in the bar, God had arranged their destiny to get to know each other.

And then they fell in love with each other. However, they quarreled over and over again because of their personality differences and different standards of conduct.

Irish thought that she had lost the chance to be with each other, but indeed she thought that he loved her. The man was different from the woman. Irish couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but she knew what she wanted. Although Irish dared not to cling to his love for her, she was unable to part with him.

It was not until when Joseph told her that he was going to get married to Rosy, Irish then realized no matter how sad she was, she enjoyed his care greedily. So she couldn't bear Joseph to marry another woman. And Irish even thought that no one deserved his love since she couldn't be with him.

However, Irish didn't expect things to change so fast.

Joseph was also aware she was looking at him. "What are you looking for?" Joseph inquired with a soft smile.

Irish came back to reality, her mouth opened slightly. Hesitated, Irish finally asked, "Do you think our wedding is too hasty?"

The wedding was only a week away.