My Sweetheart

Kathy had been sitting in the dining room alone for almost an hour, before the men in the kitchen came out with dishes.

He always wore a white shirt and had a cold aura. His handsome face was serious. The blood on his shoulders was not obvious, but she can still see it at a glance.

The servant had already taken away the leftovers, and Joseph served one meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup.

Even the rice was just cooked, "Have a meal, huh?"

He filled a bowl of rice and placed it in front of her.

Kathy picked up the chopsticks and ate quietly.

She couldn't let herself starve to death. Since she didn't jump off the beach, she couldn't let herself die.

He didn’t deserve to let her die for him, and everyone in the Joseph family didn’t deserve.

Joseph was sitting next to her and watching her slowly eating with deep eyes.

When she was eating, she was gentle and delicate. Her movements were mechanical. She seemed to force herself all the time.

She accidentally caught a glimpse of several wounds on his hand. One of which was exposed, which was a clearly visible scar.

It should be cut or burned.

She just glanced at it and then looked away. There were no any emotions in her eyes.

It was like a needle piercing the tip of his heart. Joseph felt a lot of pain, but he still looked at her intently.

After forcing herself to eat a bowl of rice, Kathy got up and went back to the bedroom. The man still followed her every step of the way.

As she went up the stairs, her head was dizzy, and the man's low voice immediately fell into her ear, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Kathy compressed her lips indifferently, and laughed silently, "Don't pretend anymore. You can stab me in the heart, will you still worry about me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was immediately picked up by her waist.

down in the bedroom, and Kathy looked at him mockingly with

and spoke calmly, "I am

blood-stained coat and went to the sofa, his cold voice was still very calm, "Go

could he still act like

do you want me to have nightmares every

They froze for a few minutes. Joseph said first, "You go take a

that, he turned around and went outside to get

and went to

a bed on the floor. The man was sitting on the sofa. A medicine cabinet was on the small round table,

out, he said hoarsely,

frowned. She remembered that Joseph seemed to have not

course, this had nothing to

removed, and she was even soaked in water. Now

her feel that it belonged

bed

Joseph from behind. He ignored her struggle and held her to sit on the sofa

yelled at him, "Joseph, can you not be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my hands? If you really feel bad for

sorry for me, all the injuries in

so much that he was responsible for all the things,

of the dark liquid poured on the man's clothes. He just glanced lightly, not paying attention, and quickly took out another

silent but firm attitude. It seemed that he always didn’t have any emotion changes no matter what she said or did. She really wanted to smash all

moved, Joseph’s low and warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't force me. Reach

couldn't help but sneer, "Force you? What do you want

what I want to do." His eyes

his head and reached out to hold her injured

was obviously soaked, which would easily cause

and his

only his profile can be seen. The man's facial features and contours were perfect and flawless.

with a cold

floor,