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.

at him mockingly with a

"I am your husband, we should

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

didn't understand why could he still act like

you want me to have nightmares every

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

around and went outside to get a new

coldly, and

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

out, he said hoarsely, "Come

remembered that Joseph seemed to have not eaten

nothing to do

removed, and she was even soaked in water. Now the skin was wrinkled and

this kind of pain made her feel that it

onto the bed

her struggle and held her to sit on the sofa before letting go, "Hey, change the medicine, or

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 with

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

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

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

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

and warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't

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

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

out to hold her injured wrist. She wanted

was obviously soaked, which would easily cause

suddenly frowned, and his movements became more

be seen. The man's facial features and contours were perfect and flawless. At this time, his concentrated and calm

a cold and mocking smile

glanced at the sheets on the floor, "Do you want to sleep on the