My Sweetheart

“You’re already off?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I didn’t spend any time with you last night. Today I’ll make up for it.” Kathy should have been thrilled at his response, but not after the day she’d just had. He asked, “Has something happened?”

She hesitated, then pulled a report from her bag. “This details the third stage of our drug development. There’ve been different degrees of repelling reactions, but I can’t find a reason why.”

Joseph furrowed his brow, and didn’t take the report. “This drug is still in development. I’m not part of the company.

“Good point. Never mind,” she said, shaking her head.

But though she’d not asked him, that night Joseph received an email from Edith regarding the drug’s problems. Kathy, sitting at his side, saw it and asked, “Will you reply?”

“Is this project important to you?” he asked.

She bit her lip and did not respond. She was very hopeful about this drug—after all, it was the only one of its kind, and it could be enormously helpful in treating heart disease. But she also didn’t want to be involved. Her grandfather had wanted her to enter the Booth Group，and everything she did was preparation for that.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to refuse my grandfather, but this project is part of Booth Group’s research and development. I don’t want anything to go wrong.” With Joseph’s help, they might even be able to get it on the market early. His skills were unmatched.

“My services are expensive,” he smirked. Edith requesting his help surely had something to do with Kathy. She understood that to help her was to help Kathy.

“I know. If you don’t want to do it, it’s okay. You’ve already done so much, I don’t want to make trouble for you.” She reached over and deleted the email herself.

“Sure?” He took her by the chin, looked deep into her eyes.

“Yes,” she nodded.

Apparently unwilling to wait for Joseph’s response, Edith called. Joseph happened to be in the shower, and Kathy did not answer it, instead waiting for Joseph to finish. He didn’t even look at it, instead rubbed a towel over his wet hair and pulled Kathy in for a kiss.

She pushed him away. “Answer the phone!”

not. Kissing her mouth aggressively, he pushed her beneath him and said lowly, “If

“… I will not.”

will.” Taking her by the back of the head, he made

…

at all. As she was having lunch with Zack, she could feel his displeasure. “I’m not hungry,” he said, waving a

porridge, and frowned with worry. The doctors said he barely ate anything these days, and that his mood had to improve, else his condition would worsen. “Grandfather, what

work. I just want the drug finished!” he

no need to worry,” said Bertie, stepping

The past few days in the laboratory, problems had piled

eyes lit up. “Is that

promise you we’ll get it on

It seemed Zack took

When they left the room, she demanded of him,

the

how could she not have

to finish this before

for this drug to make it to market. It was perhaps

brow. “Are you willing

get my own.” She

To leave the neighborhood,

I’ll have the

car’s gone in for repairs today.” With a smirk, Bertie invited

no choice. With a deep breath, she got in. “This isn’t

my honor to take you

turned to look out the window, ignoring him. She’d thought he was taking her to the lab, but actually he

right now. You can wait for the results