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.

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

am your husband, we should have

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

didn't understand why could

you want me to have

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

around and went outside to get a new

at him coldly, and went to take

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

out, he said hoarsely,

frowned. She remembered that Joseph seemed to have not eaten

this had nothing to

even soaked in water. Now the skin was wrinkled

her

climbed onto the bed

struggle and held her to

be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my hands? If you really feel bad for my hands, why you lock

"Don't show that you feel sorry for me, all the injuries in my heart are caused by

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

glanced lightly, not paying attention, and quickly took

silent but firm attitude. It seemed that he always didn’t have any emotion changes no matter what she said or did. She really wanted

and warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't force me. Reach out and apply the

Kathy couldn't help but sneer, "Force you? What do you want to

what I want to do." His eyes were dangerous,

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

at her pale wrist. The skin was obviously soaked,

and his movements became more

and contours were perfect and flawless. At this time,

a cold and mocking smile

the floor, "Do you want