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.

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

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

off the blood-stained coat and went to the sofa, his cold

didn't understand why could he

do you want me to have nightmares every

said first, "You

turned around and went outside to get

glanced at him coldly, and

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

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

Joseph seemed to have not eaten

had nothing to

bandage on her hand had been removed, and she was even soaked in water.

kind of pain made her feel that it belonged to

onto the bed indifferently,

ignored her struggle

pretentious. Do you feel bad for my

feel sorry for me, all the injuries in

he was responsible for all the things, but rather that she was

lightly, not paying attention, and quickly took out another

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

warning voice sounded, "Kathy, don't

but sneer, "Force you? What do you want to do

want to do." His eyes were dangerous, but his

his head and reached out to hold her

wrist. The skin was obviously soaked, which

and his movements became more

facial features and contours were perfect and flawless. At this time, his

her eyes slowly with a cold

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