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.

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

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

to the sofa, his cold voice was still very

why could he still

didn't move, "Joseph, do you want me to have nightmares

Joseph said first, "You go take

and went outside to get a new set of

him coldly, and went to

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

said hoarsely, "Come here,

that Joseph seemed

course, this had nothing to do

was even soaked in water. Now the skin was wrinkled and

of pain made her feel that it belonged to another

climbed onto the bed indifferently,

ignored her struggle and held her to sit on

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

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

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

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 hand and change

silent but firm attitude. It seemed that he always didn’t have any emotion changes no matter what

"Kathy, don't force me.

sneer, "Force you? What do you want to do on me? Broke my hand,

to do." His eyes were dangerous, but his

his head and reached out to hold her injured

wrist. The skin was obviously soaked, which would easily cause the wound to

frowned, and his movements became

man's facial features and contours were perfect and flawless. At

closed her eyes slowly with a

sheets on the floor,