Enchanted By His Charm



Irish resigned. She wrote the email after coming out of Tim's office.

Tim called Irish many times after receiving the letter. Irish didn't pick it up, and Tim had to send her a message, "Why do you just vent your emotion now? Don't you want to work in the field?"

Irish didn't reply to him.

She was really annoyed by his words.

Irish was a little bit regretful when she sent out the resignation. There were problems. She was out of impulse when she resigned, and Christy was also shocked by her actions. Christy persuaded her not to do it and comforted her that there would be no complete fairness in this society.

However, Irish had touched so much research. She stayed in the laboratory when she was abroad. She knew little of the existing rules. More importantly, she didn't want to know them. Sometimes, one's compromise would not always lead to peace and harmony. She knew clearly what it meant once she agreed to do this test.

Sometimes, people employed in psychology were as stubborn as researchers. Irish did this for her work.

More importantly, as she went out of the Linkus Mental Research Institute, she came across Cheska, who wore a high heel with five or six inches. She walked in an elegant way. Even the short skirt showed her pride.

Blair followed her, holding thick files.

Cheska greeted Irish. Her smile was not kind at all, "It is not time to be out of duty. Are you going to do something else?"

Cheska felt more envious after joining Irish's wedding. On the one hand, the man Irish was to marry was Joseph. She wasn't attached to Joseph. She just envied that Irish could marry such an excellent man. On the other hand, Irish scolded her at the wedding. At that time, she drank a little. Irish's words made her ashamed.

If one valued his or her own image, especially if a woman lost her face in front of someone, she would not see this man anymore. Cheska hated Irish so much. At the sight of Irish, she remembered the scene where she was very embarrassed.

Irish was clear in Cheska's mind, so she just sneered and didn't say anything. She planned to leave directly, but Cheska didn't let her go, "If I were you, I would do the assessment immediately."

Irish halted her steps as she heard the words.

She turned around and just looked at Cheska coldly. She said word by word, "That's right. I am not you. You don't need your self-respect, but I do."

"What?" Cheska was angry, so she just walked forward and stared at her.

Irish looked at her, "If you need your self-respect, you will do some moral things. You made up lies in public, and then you just justified yourself so as not to make Fredrick unhappy. Cheska, don't you feel tired? You should hold on since you dared to speak in public, but now you are just afraid of so many things. Is it interesting?"

"You..."

"Don't assume that I have no idea about your mind. You desire to be the president of this institute. Now, I resigned, and you can do everything you can to get promoted. Please do not blame me for not reminding you that you are actually not qualified to be the president since you have adopted such bad ways. How can you manage it? You are not entitled to be a psychological counselor since you aroused debate for your own interests and even to be a human being."

"Irish, pay attention to your words. I…"

"Stop quarreling. There are clients in each room." Blair was tired of their quarreling, so he just stopped them immediately.

Cheska was still annoyed, but she also considered that there were present clients, and she just stared at Irish.

Blair came forward and pushed his glasses. He looked at Irish, "Did you really resign? Isn't it impulsive?"

Since Irish came to the institute, Blair also had problems communicating with Irish, except for Cheska. After cooperation on several cases, Blair wasn't contrary to her, and Irish also knew Blair gradually. He was hard at work. Such a personality decided that he could not get along well with his colleagues. Gradually, he was known as "hard to communicate."

Irish nodded and confirmed that she had sent the resignation.

Blair shook his head and said, "I am clear on your thoughts. If I were you, I would not do the test, either. Have you ever thought that this case is really unbeneficial to you? If you leave the institute, later you need to work on your own."

Irish understood Blair's kindness and said, "This is the best choice."

Blair knew he couldn't persuade her, so he nodded.

Cheska sneered coldly and said, "Mr. Blair, I think you are too alarmist. What's her identity? The wife of the manager of the Runestone Group, the daughter of the Lake and the major shareholder of the Runestone Group, she will not be hungry."

Irish didn't argue with them and turned away.

Out of the Linkus, it was in the rush hour.

The road was in a hurry, the subway and bus stops had become congested, and the road was blocked by cars.

Irish sat in the driver's seat, and the car remained unmoved in the parking lot.

She laid down on the steering wheel, feeling miserable in her stomach.

The phone's ringing. It was Jordan.

His opening sentence was, "Hey, are you all right?"

Jordan's voice was very similar to Joseph's. Most of the time, if Jordan's mood was not too volatile and the tone of words was not so exaggerated, it was like Joseph's. Once upon a time, when she got a call from Jordan, she mistook him for Joseph, who talked to her.

"Still breathing," She replied weakly.

"I heard about you in Washington," Jordan said.

"Well."

"Do you have problems with memory, really?" He was curious.

Irish listened to him, helpless, "Jordan, do you want to sprinkle salt on my wound?"

It was plainly silly of Jordan to say, "Salt? Are you hungry?"

Jordan was also puzzled, and then he could not help laughing, and his depressed mood was somewhat relieved. Jordan heard her laugh, and the tone also relaxed a little, "I could accompany you to eat if you like."

"But you are in Washington. Don't say anything dishonest, young man," Irish was helpless.

"Washington is close to New York by plane."

"I'm really fine," Irish said weakly. 

He cleared his throat, "Actually, the reason why I called you today is that I want to tell you, no matter who you are, you are the best woman in my heart."

"Thank you. I got it," said Irish, and her heart was a little warm.