Under the insistence of this group of spoiled people, Joe stood up and came to me.
His eyes were full of coldness, disappointment, and anger.
Before I could say anything, he kicked me hard.
My fragile body seemed to fall apart on the spot as he kicked me like this.
A burst of piercing pain came in waves. I broke out in a pang of cold sweat in an instant.
Joe looked down at me, saying indifferently.
"I did have sex with you a few times. Do you think you are Mrs. Lawrence?"
"You and your brother are just two dogs I raised at home! If I'm happy, I'll give you some food to eat. If I'm not happy, you'll end up dead. Do you understand?"
I felt like all my organs had shifted. I couldn't even say a word.
Looking at this man I've loved for over ten years, I felt like all my love had been wasted.
The first time I met Joe, I was only fourteen. I made a living with my brother by selling things.
I then accidentally bumped into Joe again while setting up the stall. Covered in mud, he was as handsome as ever.
I was stunned. Then I secretly brought him home without telling my brother.
From that moment on, I couldn't help but fall in love with him.