Trap me in your love

Chapter 88 Joyce Is A Fool

"Not dead? So you mean she is fooling us all these years? " John gnashed his teeth in anger when he recalled how Mark tortured himself when he knew that Joyce was dead.

He picked up the spirits on the table and drank it up.

"She has been missing for three years. Why didn't she come back? No matter what happens to her, she should try to contact her family and us. How selfish she is! How could you have a daughter like her in your Lu family? "

Caleb," ..."

Although Joyce was a member of the Lu family, it was a pure human being. They were also victims. They didn't know that she came back to life. How could they blame it on others?!

He felt wronged.

Complained John. Jeffery pushed him with his elbow and signaled him to look at Mark.

John sighed and shut up.

Everyone knew that it was a good thing that Joyce didn't die. After all, they loved each other very much in the past. And Mark had been blaming himself for Joyce's death.

However, the most troublesome thing was that Mark was already married!

They could see clearly that he loved Jessie so much. What's more, Jessie was pregnant now. If he wanted to get rid of Jessie for Joyce, it would be impossible for him.

That was unfair for Jessie.

However, there was flesh on both hands and back. Cutting any one of them would be a heartbreaking pain.

"Mark, what's your plan? Derek said that Jessie's health is not very well. Do you want to hide your affair with Joyce? "

"Conceal something?" Mark snorted and drained his glass. "They saw each other this morning."

"Really? So soon! "

Yes, so fast!

gloom in an instant. His handsome face was covered

hadn't been ready for accepting

of them looked at each

never stop until she got what

still loved him, the

Would be disastrous!

was quiet. Everyone frowned

the phone rang.

answer

people didn't know what to say. They could only sit quietly and watch

and again. After a long time, finally, Mark answered the

"Mark, it hurts..."

weak and painful voice, his nerves were tightened. Hearing her cry of pain,

lot every month. He was at a loss what to do. Guilt was the

doctor or

cold, showing no tenderness. But his heart wrenched when he thought of

hurts so

she was like a weak animal who was asking for help

It was hard to tell what

the hand holding the phone

best to control his desire.

screams were just like a knife stabbing into his heart, tearing his

They had a rough idea who was on the other end

beat, Mark stood up and shouted with anxiety, "Joyce, Joyce..." Then he rushed out of the room

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