My Sweetheart novel Chapter 643

West Mountain’s terrain was complex. For a girl with a poor sense of direction, it was really easy to get lost.

Joseph paused for a moment, as if he did not know what to say. He only responded indifferently and pulled her hand to go back.

As he stepped out of the bushes, Joseph took off his raincoat and draped it over her.

In the dark night, he led Kathy the way back without hesitation. Her hand had always been clenched into a fist. Rather than being pulled by him, his hand wrapped around her fist, and she had never been able to open it.

After walking down for almost half an hour, they could finally see the light at the foot of the mountain. In the rainy night, it was like a landscape painting.

Kathy walked more slowly and she staggered a little.

Joseph finally stopped. He wiped the rain off his face and looked at her with a slight frown. "Are you tired?"

Kathy forced a smile. "No."

If it was Kathy from before, she would have already thrown herself into her arms and cried.

Joseph pursed his lips and said calmly, "Don't cause me any more trouble."

She avoided his gaze and said ok.

It was already early in the morning when they walked back to the courtyard where they lived. The old couple was still waiting worriedly. They finally heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the two of them.

Kathy pulled away his hand and sat down in the hall. She gritted her teeth and touched her feet.

The hostess’s eyes were sharp. She saw her swollen red ankle at a glance. "Ouch," she said with concern. "How did this happen?"

Kathy looked at the hostess embarrassedly and thanked her sincerely who had immediately taken the medicinal liquor.

Joseph stood at the side all the time and his expression was extremely sullen.

The host took a clean new towel and handed it to him. He urged," Quickly dry the hair for your girlfriend."

He slowly took it and walked to Kathy's side. His fingertips brushed her wet hair.

The swelling on her ankle hurt her. Kathy was trying hard to endure it all the way. Finally, she was numb.

As he approached, the soft and dry towel rubbed her hair. Kathy subconsciously wanted to escape.

Joseph seemed to have expected her movements long ago. He stretched out his hand and fixed her cheek and wiped her hair.

The smell of medicinal liquor was very pungent. Neither of them said anything. Only when the hostess left did Joseph frown and ask, “Why didn’t you say you sprained your foot?"

Kathy's voice was low and calm. "It doesn't hurt."

It was quiet around, and only one could hear each other's breathing.

Under the orange light, he carefully studied her expression. His tone became cold. "Kathy, you're torturing yourself."

Kathy's originally calm gaze gradually became emotional. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she quickly became expressionless. Finally, she said, "It doesn't matter."

It didn't matter what he thought of her, or what she will be.

Everything had already happened. That was all.

He finally tossed the towel aside and angrily said, "Kathy."

Kathy just stood up on the table coldly and raised her eyebrows. She smiled and asked, "Then why do you come to me?"

She looked tired. She did not wait for Joseph to answer and walked towards the stairs with a limp.