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.

put her down in the bedroom, and Kathy looked at him mockingly with a cold light in her eyes, "Joseph, are you going to sleep with

"I am your

blood-stained coat and went to the sofa, his cold

why could he still act like

didn't move, "Joseph, do you want me

cold. They froze for a few minutes. Joseph said first, "You go take a bath, I will sleep on the

and went outside to get a

and went to take

on the sofa. A medicine cabinet was on the small round table, and the medicine

coming out, he said hoarsely, "Come

Joseph seemed to

this had nothing to

removed, and she was even soaked in water. Now the skin was wrinkled and it was

of pain made her feel that it

climbed onto the bed indifferently,

Joseph from behind. He ignored her struggle and held her to sit on the sofa before letting go, "Hey, change the

be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my hands? If you

for me,

much that he was responsible for all the things, but rather that

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

he always didn’t have any emotion changes no matter what she said or did. She

low and warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't

What do you want to do on

what I want to do." His eyes were

Joseph just lowered his head and reached out to hold her injured wrist. She wanted to withdraw, but he

was obviously soaked, which

suddenly frowned, and his movements

were perfect and flawless. At this time, his concentrated

closed her eyes slowly with a cold and mocking smile on her

the floor, "Do you want to