Trap me in your love

"Yours? Lawrence, do you really think she will not remember everything as long as she loses her memory? " Raising his eyebrows, Mark asked in reply with a sneer.

Although Mark was not a master of love, and sometimes he didn't realize it. As long as he was determined, it was simply impossible to fight with him!

Lawrence glared at him, his warm eyes red with anger and fear. He clenched his fists, blue veins protruding and burning with anger.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "take care of Mongolia first. Even if she regains her memory, so what? Don't forget that he and I are really engaged. Besides, I have been taking care of her for the past three years. Even if she remembers you, so what? "

"Ha ha!" hearing that, Mark chuckled. Lawrence asked nervously, "what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your ignorance!" Mark stood up, walked towards Lawrence and stood face to face.

Although the two of them were about the same height, the emperor like aura of Mark directly suppressed Lawrence.

His tall body leaned forward slightly and whispered in Lawrence's ear, "If you didn't know that Jessie would definitely come back to me after she regained her memory, what are you afraid of? No matter she is Jessie or Jasmine, she is destined to be my woman. I advise you to quit as soon as possible, in case you lose miserably. "

After saying that, Mark walked out of the bar with a disdainful look on his face. Lawrence stood still in silence, clenching his fists so tightly that he didn't even feel the pain when his nails pierced into his flesh.

Mark...

Sitting in the corner of the bar counter, Jasmine quietly looked at what had just happened in the booth. She didn't know whether she should believe what she had seen and heard.

What did they mean by that?

Jasmine felt a splitting headache.

She called the bartender over and said, "give me the strongest wine."

I don't think spirits are suitable for you. How about I make you

can't drink

beautiful women like you are more suitable for cocktails. Why don't you

nodded and said, "Okay, I

"It's called Blue Enchantress. Judging from the color, it's very attractive.

of the glass was dark blue, and it slowly turned light blue,

bartender was impressed by her smooth movement.

not lower than that of vodka. Jasmine drank it up without trying. The bartender began to worry that he might have to call the guest room department to pick her up later.

a light sweet taste, not like wine at all. But I have an advice for you.

The bartender smiled politely. He had thought that Jasmine would stop drinking after drinking this glass of wine. But to his surprise, Jasmine

threw her bag to

card in her bag and sent it directly to the room, but no matter how hard he rang the doorbell, no one

he saw a man standing at the door of the room furtively. Lawrence walked up to him and asked coldly, "who are you? What are you doing

here to send a bag. The guest left her bag in the bar. So I...

Seeing

I don't know. She left after

face darkened, and his cold eyes were even more frightening. Seeing that he had been holding the bag, the bartender thought that he might know the owner of the bag, so he was frightened and left, "please return the bag to her. Thank you." and then he

took a look at the bartender and then at the bag in his

of the hotel alone and

in a mess, just like the pace under

blew her long hair, but it couldn't blow away

hell was

of Lawrence

why did she

gunfight three years