Enchanted By His Charm



Joseph just smiled and didn't talk.

She thought that it would be Ravitch. However, when she opened the door, she found that a crowd of people had rushed in. Men and women with bags crowded in. Irish stepped back. Dear, what were they doing here, she thought.

"Joseph!" She called Joseph immediately.

A man with short horsetail led the way. He wore it in an artistic way, and his mustache was manlike. He had eyes as blue as the sky of Uyuni. Seeing her stressed, he said immediately, "I am a good one. I am a good one."

Hearing his accent, Irish felt that he was from France.

Joseph walked out and held Irish's shoulder, saying lightly, "Don't be afraid. They are Boris's team. This is Boris, a famous photographer."

"Hello." Boris greeted Irish.

Irish was confused, so she just raised her hands and waved to him, "Hello?"

Joseph let them have a sit.

There were five people, three-man and two girls. Two girls should have been French, and their skin was clear.

After they sat down, Irish remembered Joseph's introduction. She pulled Joseph aside, "You said that they are Boris's team? The well-known photography team?"

Joseph nodded.

Boris couldn't figure out their small talk, but he guessed that they were talking about him, so he just smiled at her. Irish still couldn't believe it, so she just lowered her voice and said to Joseph, "Is he Boris?" 

Her words teased Joseph, "I introduced them to you just now."

Oh my god...

Irish couldn't believe her eyes.

"But what are they doing here? Taking photos? Do you need to take photos?"

Actually, she had taken a camera.

At this time, a girl stood up and asked her, "It's time to wear makeup."

Wear makeup?

Wait a moment…

Irish looked at Joseph, confused.

Joseph signed the dresser to wait for them and pulled Irish into the bedroom.

"What happened?"

"I invited them to take wedding photos for us." Joseph held her face, smiling. "That girl is the dresser. You should believe in Boris."

"Taking wedding photos?" Irish screamed.

Why was it so sudden?

"We haven't prepared anything. Do we?" She looked at him.

Joseph guessed her reaction, so he just touched her head, "I've prepared everything. You just need to cooperate with them." 

Irish was really surprised by his arrangement. 

Joseph was to call the dresser in, but she clenched his clothes, "Why did you just think of that suddenly?"

"I didn't think of it suddenly. We should have taken wedding photos, but we just got married hurriedly. We didn't have much time before." Joseph pulled her hands and kissed them lightly, "It's good to take wedding photos during our honeymoon."

Irish felt so good, but she still pretended that she didn't care anymore, "In fact, it's okay if we don't take wedding photos."

"Really?" Joseph teased her, "Actually, you asked for that."

"I didn't." Irish was shocked. He was obviously teasing her.

Joseph held her and patted her back. His chin touched her head, "You were just drunk on that night. I took you home, and you just cried so sadly."

"Ah?"

"You just sat across the wall and cried. You asked me to put the wedding photos on the wall; otherwise, it would be pitiful. You were sad that you didn't wear your wedding dress. You also condemned that I was a playboy in that my ex-girlfriend damaged your wedding dress." Joseph just described that night calmly.

Irish couldn't imagine that scene. She raised her head, "It was impossible. It was not me."

Joseph just looked at her, "It was you."

Irish's mind became blank. She didn't know how to answer, so she just licked her lips and said, "No, you must tell me everything."

"What?"

"Everything that was happening at night when I was drunk." She couldn't stand it anymore.

Joseph resisted his laughter, "Nothing."

"I can't believe it." She complained. He must have concealed something.

Joseph said sincerely, "Trust me."

"Can you swear it?"

"I swear. That's all."

"Okay, then you also have to promise me that you would never mention those embarrassing things about me on our wedding night," added Irish.

"Okay, I promise you," said Joseph with a smile.

It was not until Irish got his promise then she left the matter at that.

But Irish felt she had a dream. She was dressed up in two hours, and she then got to know that the wedding dress was custom-made in order to take their wedding photo. The sparing use of make-up enhanced Irish's classically beautiful features.

The stylist joked with Irish that they were almost driven crazy since Joseph set strict yet exact demands on them since he strived to give Irish a beautiful memory of their wedding photos.

Hearing this, Irish felt so embarrassed to cause them so much trouble but still felt warm by Joseph's consideration.

Different from the wedding dress that Cassie presented her, the one picked up by Joseph was simple but striking.

The one-shoulder silk strap design just rightly exposed her delicate clavicle while her waist also looked slenderer. There were scattered ribbons on the underside of the waist, which ran down to the ankle, and the long white veil extended to the ground.

Irish was well-dressed, and all of the people were amazed by Irish.

"You look so beautiful. Mr. Joseph handed the picture to us a few days ago. Mr. Joseph had an infallible eye for style," said the stylist.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Irish was trance since she never knew she could be so beautiful.

She looked over and found boundless purity.

When Joseph took her hands, and they stepped into the Salt Lake together, Irish felt that it was so peaceful, and she could hear nothing, even if the water flowed under her feet. There were only Joseph and Irish, as well as the photography team, in this boundless Salt Lake.

As soon as they arrived at the shooting place, the cameraman, Max, asked his assistant to prepare lenses and then started his work. Irish felt a little bit anxious when facing the lens and kept asking the cameraman how she should pose.

Irish had seen other newly-married couples take wedding photos, but the cameraman asked most of them to pose as he was told. However, Max told her not to worry and just do whatever she wanted to do.

Irish nodded and felt relieved by his sentence while Joseph held her in his arms and comforted her softly, "Irish, don't be so nervous. Come with me."

Leaning against his chest, Irish couldn't help but look into his eyes. She was moved by her husband again.