My Sweetheart

Kathy knew that Joseph only made a diagnosis without performing operations. He was reducing his workload to accompany her.
Or...because her attitude had become soft after she got pregnant again, so he didn't want to please her anymore?
No, just making a phone call didn’t mean that she was pleasing him...
Her chin rested on her knees. She listened to the cold female voice coming from the phone over and over again, but no one
answered.
She also got angry and became a little stubborn. She made four or five calls, but no one answered. Finally, she threw away the
phone and stood up and went back to the bedroom.
She had insomnia at night. It was too cold when the air conditioner was turned on, but she felt uncomfortable if she didn't turn it
on. She was always uncomfortable no matter how she slept. She had slept for a long time in the afternoon, and now she was
even more irritable and couldn't sleep at all.
When she got up the next day, she could only see Maryam and Mathew when she went downstairs to eat breakfast, but she
didn't see the man who appeared in front of her almost day and night this month.
Kathy asked the servant to serve a bowl of porridge. She bowed her head, ate a few mouthfuls, and asked faintly, "Maryam,
where is your brother?"
She probably didn't rest well and her voice was a little hoarse.
Maryam's black and white eyes rolled. It seemed that this question was difficult to answer. Kathy glanced at Mathew, but Mathew
didn't respond and just drank soy milk intently.
Kathy gradually had no mood, and she didn't continue to ask wittily.
Maryam said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but because it's Joseph's work, so I can't talk
nonsense. When Joseph comes back, you can ask him."
Kathy thought this woman's subtext was too easy to understand. She meant that even if Joseph comes back, he won't tell her.
She sneered and said nothing.

Joseph didn't understand why she continued to live here even if she didn't like it. She just wanted to know whether the home he
forced her to stay... had a place for her.
Maryam looked at Kathy's face and asked carefully, "Sister-in-law, are you angry?"
Kathy ate the porridge slowly, "It’s easy for a woman to get old when she gets angry. Didn’t you say that he is working? Why
should I be angry?"
Maryam was blocked by her words, but she still kept smiling, "I wish sister-in-law is not upset. Is there enough porridge? Would
you like some dumplings?"
Kathy smiled faintly, without revealing any emotions, "I just want to have some porridge."
She didn't like any greasy things now. Light porridge was the best for her.
Joseph didn't come back. She stayed in his study to read the news, watch movies, or search the precautions for pregnant
women. After all, she had an accident before, so she must carefully protect the child this time.
Although Maryam badgered her and invited her to go shopping when she had nothing to do, Kathy didn't want to go out when
she thought of the children, so as to avoid accidents.
Joseph didn't come back until dinner in the evening. He was still wearing his coat. Kathy just ate quietly without speaking or
looking at him.
Joseph sat down directly next to her. Before he could talk to Kathy, Maryam stood up immediately, "Brother Joseph, why didn't
you tell me you come back for dinner? I will ask the kitchen to cook a few more dishes. I go to fill a bowl with rice for you."
Kathy's fingers tightened slightly. She immediately put down her chopsticks, took the small bowl she used to drink the soup just
now, and filled it with soup, and then quietly placed it in front of him.
Mathew asked faintly, "Joseph, what's the matter? You look tired."
Joseph looked at Grandpa, his eyes were deep and gloomy, but his tone was still calm, "It's okay."
When Maryam put the rice in front of him, he was drinking soup with a spoon.
His eyes kept falling on Kathy, and after staring her for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Why don't you eat more? Don't you
like it?"

Kathy ate a few dishes. She seemed to have a poor appetite.
Maryam quickly said, "Sister-in-law, these dishes are made by the chef. Just tell the chef what you like or dislike."
She blinked. Looking at grandpa's calm face, she stuck her tongue out at Joseph, "Joseph, you only care about sister-in-law,
grandpa will be jealous."
Joseph finally looked up, "You talk a lot when having a meal."
Joseph's attitude was very impatient, and his eyes were even more cold as ice. Maryam suddenly fell silent. Tears were rolling in
her eyes, but she held back her tears.
Mathew finally spoke in dissatisfaction, "Joseph, did Maryam offend you? Your attitude is so fierce. I like talkative people;
otherwise the house will be more deserted."
Maryam quickly explained, "Joseph must be very tired after a busy day. It is understandable that he is in a bad mood. It’s okay."
Kathy never said a word. She took a lot of dishes to Joseph's bowl, and said lightly, "Let's eat."
Joseph looked at her deeply, "Yeah."
Kathy finished the meal soon, and said quietly, "I'm finished, grandpa, enjoy yourself."
Then she got up and left without looking at the man next to her. There was no emotion on her face.
Joseph watched her disappear on the stairs, then lowered his head and continued to have a meal.
When Kathy was about to go to bed after taking a shower and putting on her nightdress, the man came up.
She was sitting on the bedside wiping her hair, and the faint smell of shower gel lingered in the whole bedroom.
He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa next to him. Then he took the woman who was sitting on bed into his arms in a big
stride. He buried his chin in her neck, and asked in a low voice, "You are in a bad mood? Or are you uncomfortable? Tell me.”
She was in a bad mood and felt uncomfortable anywhere.
She wanted to tell him that he was not at home, and suddenly came back after missing for a whole day. He even didn't say
where he had gone, so she ignored him.

Kathy's tone was indifferent, "Stop making noise, I'm going to sleep."
With that, she slid between the sheets. When she was about to lie down, the man pulled her from the quilt again, "You hair is
wet, you can’t sleep."
He held the little woman on his lap, and he clasped her chin with one hand, "Who bullied you? Maryam? Or did Grandpa tell you
something."
Kathy looked at him with a smile, "Why don't you always reflect on whether you lied to me and bullied me?"
He just knew to put the blame on others.
Joseph's face darkened. His chin leaned over and he kissed her white face, and then a low smile came from his throat, "I bullied
you? Is it because I didn't come back to sleep with you last night, so you are upset?"
Kathy turned her head away. She looked angry.
Joseph put her on the bed and brought the hair dryer. His slender fingers were running through her hair and he was carefully
blowing her hair.
There was a warm atmosphere in the quiet room.