My Sweetheart

Kathy lowered her head and saw that the sleeves were dyed red. It seemed that there was a lot of blood, but she didn't feel any
pain at all.
Joseph lowered his head and was shocked. How much effort did she use to get blood stain on her sleeves?
Raising his hand to pick her up immediately, he told Maryam, "Go get the medical kit."
Kathy was held in his arms. There was a cold smile on her pale face. She hurt her hand, not her leg. He didn’t have to hold her,
she can walk.
What's more, it was just a small wound and she just bled a little, so it was insignificant.
On the sofa in the living room, Mathew watched his grandson walk in stride with a woman in his arms. His handsome face was
indifferently taut, and his eyes were shocking and deep.
Seeing the faint smile on the woman's bloodless face, Mathew felt a trace of coolness in his heart.
Maryam could only obediently find the medical kit and put it on the coffee table. She glanced at Grandpa uneasily, but Mathew
never spoke.
Neither Joseph nor Kathy said a word to each other, or even made eye contact.
The man rolled up Kathy's sleeves carefully. Her white wrists were already bloody, and could even see the bone on the seriously
injured part.
He stared at it for several seconds.
"Kathy." He called her name lowly, "Does it hurt?"
He still remembered that when they were in the orphanage before, she would burst into tears when she suffered a small injury,
for fear that he didn't know that she hurt.
Kathy smiled softly, "It hurts."
She said she hurt, but her face didn't show any pain at all. Her dark eyes were silent and there were no any emotions in it.
Joseph gave her the medicine without saying a word. Her hands were cold and there was no temperature.

He sterilized her hand with alcohol, then applied medicine, and carefully bandaged it. Maryam stood aside and was watching
them. Although the man's face was not emotional, the distress and tenderness in his eyes could not be hidden.
Of course, he also didn’t want to hide.
After applying the medicine, Maryam rushed to help take the medical kit. Joseph ignored her, and then stood up and leaned over
to stare at Kathy.
Her face was expressionless, calm and cold as if the person close at hand was already in another world. He subconsciously
wanted to touch her face.
But Kathy raised her head in an instant, and his hand froze instantly.
She smiled faintly, "Joseph, is my brother still alive? So you have to get me back and keep me under house arrest?"
She glanced over Mathew and Maryam with a faint smile on her face, "Don't you worry that I will take the opportunity to kill your
grandfather and your sister?"
There was no killing intent in her voice, but it made Maryam's back chill.
Mathew's indifferent voice finally sounded, "Joseph, how did you bring her back? She suffers from psychological combat and is
traumatized. You should take her to a psychologist."
Joseph ignored Grandpa's words, but still didn't touch Kathy with his fingers. He just said gently, "You're tired, I'll hold you up to
sleep for a while."
Kathy still didn't struggle and let him hold her. Her chin was resting on his shoulder, Mathew frowned quietly, but when he raised
his eyes, he met Kathy’ eyes.
Her cold smile was like thorns. Mathew stood up quickly, "Kathy."
He spoke subconsciously, "Take Kathy away."
Joseph didn't look back, but he refused directly with his indifferent voice, "Impossible."
Kathy leaned on the man's shoulder and smiled suddenly when she looked at Mathew.
Were people suffering from depression psychologically vulnerable?

Did he think he can live well even if he killed a human?
He was so old, but he still played such a trick. He was really shameless.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Kathy was placed on the bed, and the man held her in his arms hard. He was really hard
that she felt like she was going to be merged into his body.
"Is my brother dead?" she asked calmly.
There was silence for a moment in the bedroom.
Kathy smiled, "You have done everything, but now you don't even dare to tell me. Joseph, when did you become so cowardly?"
He finally loosened her arm he was holding tightly. She heard his hoarse and emotionless voice in her ears, "He was shot and
fell into the sea."
"There are hidden reefs under the sea, you know."
She knew, of course she knew, she had seen them.
"Joseph." She smiled lightly, "It is unfortunate and miserable for me to meet you in my life. I will die with everlasting regret."
The man's body half kneeling beside the bed shook suddenly and his indifferent face instantly turned sullen. His fingers pinched
her chin, and said in a cold voice, "Kathy, take back the word ‘die’."
When she was at the beach just now, he had the illusion that she would jump in front of his eyes at any time, no one knew how
fast his heartbeat was at the time. If it weren't for Jaydon by her side...
She didn't speak. His body was getting closer and closer to her, "Kathy, I said, even if you die, you are still mine."
The man’s dark breath enveloped her breathing, like huge wings flapping the biting cold wind. But Kathy laughed even harder, as
if she had said a funny joke, "Don’t worry, I’m fine. I won't die."
Die?
When the sea breeze hit her, even her bones hurt. She really wanted to die, because it hurt so much that she couldn't find any
other way to get rid of the pain except to die.

Now she thought if the person she hated was more painful than her, then she can be less painful.
Joseph picked her up again. She was too cold. His eyes and voice were cold, and even his body seemed to be fished out of the
cold water. He couldn't help holding her tightly.
Kathy was still indifferent and didn’t struggle like before when he hugged her. Joseph only felt that the open mouth in his heart
was leaking, so he lowered his head and kissed her face urgently.
"Joseph." Kathy finally couldn't help but push his chest hard with her bandaged hand, “don’t make me feel sick."
She had already put a lot of effort into bearing him holding her, and now because he kissed her, her whole body was trembling
very much.
Joseph's movements froze and a string in his head seemed to break.
He lowered his head to look for her lips, and then kissed hard. He looked like a hungry wolf and didn't care about the reaction of
the woman in his arms. He just plundered instinctively and deeply.
His heart was empty, so empty that he could only fill it by hugging her tightly.
Even if he knew better than anyone else, he may never be able to fill it.
Kathy reacted violently, and she had been avoiding the man's kiss and his breath. The taste and touch were really more
uncomfortable for her than death.
She paused when she touched what was hidden in her pocket. Now she could not bear the behavior that she had been
accustomed to in the past.