Trap me in your love

After being needled, Jessie slept for two days and nights. She hadn't eaten for several days, nor drank much water, so Lawrence asked people to give her nutritious injection to keep her safety.

Her eyes moved slightly and her long eyelashes trembled.

"Mark! Mark... Mark..."

Hearing that a weak voice softly calling out the name of Mark, Lawrence's face darkened and his heart was like being stuffed with sponge, upset.

'Jessie, why did you love him so much?

You even sacrificed your own life for him. You, at your last gasp, still kept thinking about him...

Was he really worth it?'

Lawrence was not willing to give up, but he was reluctant to hurt Jessie, so he could only put all the blame on Mark.

If not because of Mark, Jessie must have fallen in love with him.

Jessie slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw everything in front of her. Her face was pale and blank. It should be said that she was in despair with a sense of death.

"Jessie, you wake up. I will ask the servant to bring some food for you." Before hearing Jessie's answer, Lawrence quickly picked up the phone on the bedside table and called downstairs.

After hanging up the phone, Lawrence sat on the bedside, held that little hand of Jessie and said softly: "Jessie, please don't treat yourself like that, okay? I know you want to leave here and go to see Mark, but they won't allow you to go. It's impossible for you to go out by yourself. I'm begging you. Please be good to yourself. In fact, the life here is not as miserable as you think. You didn't like here just because you are not used to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jessie pulled her hand back, turned her face away, closed her eyes, and refused to look and listen.

She treated him as transparent as air.

Lawrence looked at his hand, stunned, and slightly clenched his fist.

the door and a servant came with a plate of food. Lawrence took over the plate

it, I'll ask someone to

on, get up and try

of Jessie's hand, the bowl in Lawrence's hand

hot temperature on his clothes stimulated his skin. However, this pain was nothing compared to his anger

eyes became sharp and frightening in an instant. He fixed his eyes on Jessie, who turned her back to him.

have to torture yourself like this?" He questioned loudly, like an angry lion. Seeing that Jessie still didn't answer him, he grabbed Jessie's

want to die? You just can't see how nice I am to you, right? In your eyes, maybe you don't give

good about Mark. He had all the things that Mark

other words, he could give her more than what Mark could

the whole

did not want

him, and she even looked down

a father who only beat me. An elder brother and grandfather who came back to me after twenty-one years! I am a human being, not a tool, and not a tool for you to achieve your goals. Have any of you ever cared about me? Why should

Jessie felt like a

anyone about her suffering because she didn't want others to know that she had a bad life. On the other hand, she

anyone else's sympathy

to live her own life, whether good or bad, as long as she was

advantage of her, they used to doubt and distrust each other, his love and care

he didn't deserve her love, she would accept it.

in love

a beat, and a deep sense of guilt welled up in his

"Sorry, I..."

don't have to apologize to me, and I don't need it, either. If

She would rather go, even if the whole world was trying to