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.

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

eat some liquid food first. When your stomach adapted to it, I'll ask someone to cook something delicious for you to replenish." Then, Lawrence took a spoon of porridge, blew gently on the mouth, and handed it to Jessie when

on, get up

a wave of Jessie's hand, the bowl in Lawrence's hand fell off, and the hot porridge poured on Lawrence's

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

frightening in an instant. He fixed his eyes on Jessie, who turned

yourself like this?" He questioned loudly, like an angry lion. Seeing that Jessie still didn't

how nice I am to you, right? In your eyes, maybe you don't give a damn about who

what was so good about Mark. He had all

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

whole

want what he gave

and she even looked down

for Mark? A crazy mother, 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

those, Jessie felt like a knife was

to know that she had a bad life. On

need anyone else's sympathy

her own life, whether good or bad, as long

though Mark had taken advantage of her, they used to doubt and distrust each other, his love and care for her were

he didn't deserve her love,

fell in love with him.

beat, and a deep sense of guilt welled

"Sorry, I..."

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

if the whole world was trying to make up for her. At the