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.

looked at him mockingly with a cold light in her eyes,

"I am your husband, we should have been sleeping

coat and went to the sofa, his cold voice was still very calm, "Go take a bath first, and

understand why could he still act like

do you want me to have nightmares every

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

turned around and went outside to get a new

coldly, and went to

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

said hoarsely, "Come here,

frowned. She remembered that Joseph seemed to have

this had nothing to

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

of pain made her feel that it

climbed onto the bed indifferently, "I

the whole person was 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, or your hands

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

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

was responsible for all

poured on the man's clothes. He just glanced lightly, not

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

sounded, "Kathy, don't

you? What do you want to do on me? Broke my

want to do." His eyes were

lowered his head and reached out to hold her injured wrist. She

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

his

facial features and contours were perfect

her eyes slowly with a cold and mocking smile on her

at the sheets on the floor,