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.

him mockingly with a cold light in her

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

took off the blood-stained coat and went to the sofa, his cold voice was still

really didn't understand why could he still act like

"Joseph, do you want me to have nightmares every

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

around and went outside to get

glanced at him coldly, and went

the floor. The man was sitting on the sofa. A medicine cabinet was on the small

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

Joseph seemed to have

had nothing

she was even soaked in water. Now the skin was

kind of pain made her

onto the bed indifferently, "I won't

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

threw the iodine bottle on him angrily, and yelled at him, "Joseph, can you not be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my hands? If you really feel bad for my hands, why you lock me

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,

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

that he always didn’t have any emotion changes no

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

What do you want to do on me? Broke my hand, or

know what I want to do." His eyes were

just lowered his head and reached out to hold her injured

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

suddenly frowned, and his

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

slowly with a cold

floor,