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

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

his cold voice was still very calm, "Go take a bath first,

really didn't understand why could he still act like

you want me to have nightmares every

minutes. Joseph said

outside to get a new set of

at him coldly, and

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

he said hoarsely, "Come

frowned. She remembered that Joseph

this had nothing to do

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

pain made her feel that it belonged

bed indifferently,

Joseph from behind. He ignored her struggle and held her to sit on the sofa

"Joseph, can you not be so pretentious. Do you feel bad for my

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

not so much that he was responsible

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

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 to smash

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

you

eyes were dangerous, but his tone was

and reached out to hold her injured wrist. She

at her pale wrist. The skin was obviously soaked,

and his

only his profile can be seen. The man's facial features and contours were perfect and flawless.

with a cold

the floor, "Do