My Sweetheart

Chapter 702 He Was not Sincere From the Beginning

Maryam was already scared by Joseph's look. Except in front of Kathy, this man had been getting more and more frightening recently.

She was a little nervous and she said in an aggrieved and innocent voice, "I don't dare to stop her... She is Mrs Joseph, I'm just a fake granddaughter you adopt. Not to mention that you spoil her, her temper is so... I can’t stop her."

Kathy's heart was already cold and she felt an unprecedented chill all over. She wanted to retreat, wanted to leave, but found that she couldn't move at all.

Leaning on the wall, she breathed quickly. She told herself over and over again that she must be calm.

She couldn't be found by Joseph...she must leave.

When she took a half step, the servant’s voice sounded at the stairway, "Madam, isn’t the master in the study? Why don’t you go in?"

The panic in Kathy's eyes suddenly spread to the deep, and the fear and hesitation were completely dissipated. There was only one thought left-she must leave here.

At this time, the man in the study was already furious. He stood up, pushed Maryam away and then strode away.

Maryam didn't have any precautions, and was directly pushed against the corner of the desk by him. The severe pain spread from her abdomen, and she almost immediately squatted down and curled up.

"Kathy." The man's voice was getting closer and closer. Kathy only felt terrible, and the speed of her heartbeat almost made her suffocate.

There was the bedroom door in front of her. Her mind was blank. She ran in immediately, and then used all her strength to close the door. She locked herself in the room.

Her slender body leaned against the door panel behind her, and her legs trembled violently.

"Kathy, open the door." The man's low voice outside sounded and his voice was full of anxiety.

Kathy covered her mouth. She didn't want to scream or cry bitterly, but did so subconsciously.

Joseph was knocking on the door, neither light nor heavy, but every time he knocked on the door was like hitting her heart fiercely.

She always had an illusion that the next moment this man will break in...

She didn't dare to think anymore.

Joseph was still knocking on the door, "Kathy, listen to me, open the door."

He had never panicked. When he answered his Grandpa's phone, he was calm from beginning to end. He had no other feelings except to convict Marlon.

"Don't knock on the door, don't knock again!" Kathy murmured, and finally couldn't help screaming, "Joseph! I told you not to knock on the door anymore!"

Joseph outside the door suddenly stopped knocking.

The man's low voice came again, "Kathy, open the door."

There was no more sound from inside, and it was so quiet as if there was no one inside.

He panicked and couldn't help but keep knocking on the door. He repeated, "Kathy, open the door."

Kathy's body gradually slid down. She curled up in a tight ball, with her knees tucked up at her chin. Her face was completely buried in her black hair.

"Kathy, if you don't open the door, I'll come in by myself."

Kathy's eyes were always indifferent, "Joseph, I said, don’t come in!"

Her voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for the man outside to hear it clearly.

Her hands on her knees gradually clenched into fists, and her knuckles whitened. She clenched very hard, just like her high-strung nerves.

Suddenly she remembered she carried the phone with her, she immediately took it out. She suppressed the tension and tremor in her body and quickly found her brother's number from her address list...

But before dialing the phone, the low and indifferent voice of the man outside the door sounded again, "Kathy, for your brother's safety, I advise you not to find him."

Her eyes fell on her brother's number for a long time.

After hesitating for a full minute, her phone slipped and fell to the ground.

She only felt very cold, especially cold, and even felt that she should cry, but she couldn't squeeze a tear.

She believed that her brother will be fine.

Kathy gradually raised a smile which was bitter and mocking. This man really made her look a complete fool time and time again.

She still had expectations of him, and she actually thought they could really go on.

She wanted to give him a gift, but she hadn't sent it out yet, and he gave her a great gift.

"Joseph." She closed her eyes, her voice was hoarse, "From the beginning, you brought me back from my brother and used the divorce agreement to trick me back, so that you can use me to deal with my brother, right?"

He was really ruthless, much more ruthless than she thought.

But why must he deal with her brother, why...

"Why do you treat him like this... I am sorry for you, it has nothing to do with him, Joseph... how can you be so... shameless..."

A door is separated, but it seems to be separated by an abyss.

Joseph stood outside, his voice indifferent and depressed, "Kathy, let me in."

Kathy didn't know if she was crying, "Say what you want to say outside."

She knew that this door couldn't stop him. If he really wanted to come in, there would be countless ways. She also knew what he wanted to do, but she had no way to stop it.

Joseph was silent outside for a long time, then turned and left.

Kathy hugged her knees tightly and her fingers were trembling all the time.

Within a few minutes, the sound of footsteps outside the door came again, and she clearly heard the sound of the key opening the door. The door was opened in the next second.

Joseph stood condescendingly in front of her.

The woman curled up on the floor in her arms. Her delicate little face covered by her black hair, so he couldn't see her expression. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Kathy asked lowly, "What are you going to do with my brother?"

He just squatted down and raised her palm-sized face with his long fingers, "Where have you been today?"

Where did she go...

Was he worried that she was going to find her brother?

"I'm here now, what are you worried about?" She looked up, with a hopeless expression on her face, "Are you worried that I will notice my brother?"

He reached out and hugged her back to the bed, "Don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

He brushed the hair from her cheek, "Is Marlon so weak in your heart? You are worried too much."

"Joseph, you are my husband and he is my brother. Even if he is strong, you can't do this! You can't treat me like this!"

Her eyes widened, and her tone was accusing.

How could he treat her like this?

She reached out her hand and wanted to wipe off the tears on her face. Her face was already wet. Self- deprecating emotions gradually surged in her heart. She brought disgrace on her own head.

He was not sincere from the beginning, so there was nothing he couldn't do.