My Sweetheart

The man's face changed suddenly.

"We get married not because we liked each other, we just got what we needed. You need a wife, and I need to get marry because of the pressure from my home. When the time is up, we break up."

Kathy pursed her lips and put on a false smile, "Jaydon was your subordinate before. I am attracted by his temperament. I like the young and energetic men like him, and don't like the domineering and unreasonable man like you when I was young."

Joseph's obsidian eyes looked at her solemnly. His eyes were so dark that his skin seemed to not be a little bloody.

Her heart softened, and she turned around without looking at him again, "I'm going to get lunch."

Seeing the woman leaving, a familiar pain spread across his heart, spreading across the limbs at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as Kathy came out, Lincoln came in. He was keenly aware of the atmosphere in the ward.

He smiled wryly, he stepped forward and said, "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

He muttered in his heart, ‘did Kathy say anything to stimulate him?’

Joseph said coldly, "What kind of man Kathy likes?"

Lincoln scratched his head, thinking hard about what he knew about Jaydon:

"He looks very gentle... restrained, handsome, he is best among the straight A students..."

Joseph's eyebrows tightened tighter, and the wounds all over his body were aching.

Straight A student?

He was also a straight A student, he was also very gentle, but when facing Kathy... he can’t be restrained.

Kathy came in ten minutes later with the dinner plate. Lincoln was no longer there. The bright ward was so quiet that breathing can be heard. The man closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

the bed, and poked him in the cheek blankly

and asked dullly, "How do you know I'm not

the porridge, "you don’t breathe

and carefully fed it to his

didn't open his mouth, he just looked at her steadily, his dark eyes were deep, and he said, "Kathy,

red bean porridge, and quietly

hand. Such an action was obviously difficult for him, but he still insisted on raising his hand until his fingertips touched her skin, "I drove him away, and I will treat you better than him in

him to say so many words, "I can compensate

little face, not missing any expression on

help

my future to give you a

the porridge, or it will

eyes soon dimmed, and he said

...

the hospital for a month, Joseph insisted on

fine, Joseph, you can go back to Joseph’s residence to recuperate. There are many old servants. They are good at taking care of people and are not worse than the nurses in the

the magazine in her

I will go back to

face, "Joseph, your grandpa told you to go back to Joseph’s residence,

at you, do you marry your wife just to let her take care of you? You ask your wife to take care of you instead of the servants. So it's no wonder

was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Kathy, then you come back to Joseph’s residence with

a declarative tone, but there was

the pages of the magazine

that day and miscarried, she never went back to Joseph’s residence. She

long stairway in Joseph’s residence again, the sudden

clenched her slender fingers into fists on her side, and breathed hard to suppress the rejection and pain

bedroom to make a bed on the floor. There was only one pillow on the bed