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.

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

closed the door and spoke calmly, "I am your husband, we should

his cold voice was still very calm, "Go take a bath first,

didn't understand why could he still act

"Joseph, do you want me to

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

that, he turned around and went outside to get a new set of

glanced at him coldly, and went

he had made a bed on the floor. The man was sitting on the sofa. A medicine cabinet was

her coming out, he said hoarsely, "Come here, I'll change

remembered that Joseph seemed to have

nothing to

been removed, and she was even soaked in water. Now

pain made her feel that

onto the bed indifferently,

her struggle and held her to sit on the sofa before

you not be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my hands? If you really feel bad for my hands,

bit her lip fiercely, "Don't show that you feel sorry for me,

was not so much that he was responsible for all the things, but rather that

on the man's clothes. He just glanced lightly, not paying attention, and quickly took out

he always didn’t have any emotion changes no matter what she said

Joseph’s low and warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't

but sneer, "Force you? What do you want to

I want to do." His eyes

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

her pale wrist. The skin was obviously soaked, which would easily cause

and his movements

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

closed her eyes slowly with a cold and

on the floor, "Do you want