Trap me in your love

After Rachel left, Lawrence had been sitting there, absent-minded. It seemed that he couldn't accept what he had heard at all.
The death of the Xiao family was caused by Ken!
This sentence kept repeating in his mind.
'How could it be? How could it be?'
Lawrence couldn't believe that the adoptive father who had raised him for more than ten years was the one who made him an
orphan.
He had thought that in this world, only Ken was good to him. Although there was a tacit understanding between them, that was,
they knew that they both needed each other and both were using each other, neither of them would speak out.
However, in his eyes, this tacit understanding had become a joke!
As soon as Lawrence got back to the villa, he went straight into the room.
He didn't know how he came back. He came back like a ghost.
He opened the computer and looked at the only group photo of him and Ken. He hated. He felt pain. He didn't understand!
He did not understand why Ken was so cruel and merciless to hurt his family!
He couldn't even understand why he would hire such an unprofessional killer!
Well, since Ken hated the Xiao family and Shawn, why did he still adopt him? He could totally ignore him and send him directly to
the welfare house. Why should he keep him by his side?
Moreover, he also took a photo of Jessie and told him that she was his future wife.
Since he hated them so much, why did he do that?
"Ah!"
Lawrence yelled and swept all the things on the desk to the ground. Even the computer was thrown to the ground and broke into
pieces.

The servants heard a loud noise and immediately ran up to check. When the door was opened, they saw a mess on the ground.
Before the servants were able to be stunned, they heard Lawrence's roar, "Get out." The servants immediately closed the door
and left in fear.
Lawrence slumped into his chair in depression. His gentle eyes had already been covered by anger. His handsome face was
covered with viciousness and ferocity.
Ken! Ken!
Suddenly, his phone rang.
It was a message. "You can go straight to me if you need a killer. My name is Rachel. I'm a world-famous killer. I think I'm
different from that kind of person. Rachel."
He stared at the text message on the phone. The hand that held the phone was so powerful, as if it was going to crush it.
Killer?

Lawrence sat in the room for a while. When he saw it was almost ten o'clock, he stood up and walked towards Jessie's room.
He opened the door and walked to the window. He drew the curtains and said, "It's a little windy tonight. You just finished the
operation and haven't recovered yet. Let me help you close the curtains. You are so weak. Don't get yourself sick again."
Then he turned around and went to the bed. Sitting on the chair, he held her warm little hand and quietly looked at the sleeping
face.
"Jessie, there are so many things inside my heart. I felt bad, but I don't know who to tell. But I think I'll go crazy if I don't tell my
feeling. It seems that I can't do anything right, you know?" Lawrence looked at her, frowning with a worried face. At that moment,
he realized how poor he was.
What a pity! He didn't even have someone to have a heart-to-heart talk.
He didn't expect that there was no one in this huge world who cared about whether he was happy or not.
If Jessie was not in a coma, he really dared not show his weakness in front of her.

"You know what? It turns out that the enemy I have been looking for is right next to me. But I didn't know that at all. I, I even treat
him as my family. Don't you think I'm stupid?" Lawrence smiled bitterly, and his heart was torn apart.
In the past ten years, Ken had treated him very well. He had provided him with the best living conditions, arranged him to go to
the best school and spent money on his overseas study... They had no blood lineage. It would be unnecessary for him to do so
and train him with all his heart and effort.
When he thought that there were still people in the world who cared about him and he still had families, why he was told that his
grandpa, who had always regarded him as a treasure, was the person who killed his entire family?
No matter how strong he was, he could not bear such a strike and harm.
Moreover, he was an orphan.
"Jessie, what will you do if you were me?" Lawrence asked in a soft voice. He was really conflicted, depressed and at a loss. "I
lost my families because of him. He raised me up. What should I do? I really don't know! Jessie, tell me what to do! You are so
smart. You must know that!"
Lawrence put his head on Jessie's hand, looking miserable.
"Daniel!" A faint voice came. Lawrence raised his head and looked at Jessie. "Daniel, don't be afraid. I'm here..."
"Jessie! Jessie! Wake up!" Jessie frowned and covered herself with the quilt tightly, she looked scared and frightened. Seeing
that, Lawrence's heart ached.
"Daniel! Daniel!" Jessie slowly opened her eyes and tears fell down along the corners of her eyes. She cried and said, "I miss
Daniel so much."
"......"
Lawrence was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort her.
He sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the tears off her face. He said in a soft voice, "Don't worry. Daniel will be fine. God will
bless him. He will be fine."
Hearing that, Jessie didn't reply. She just looked at him. Doubt and questioning flashed across her sad eyes.

He would be fine?
'Lawrence, what did you mean by that? Were you promising me?
You must have caught Daniel! Right?'
Although Jessie kept asking and doubting in her heart, she did not say anything at last.
She knew that even if she rushed to question him, without any solid evidence, he would certainly deny. She knew it would
happen, so she didn't have to act rashly and alert the enemy.
Then she moved her body slightly, trying to avoid the wound. Just then a sharp pain came. Jessie frowned and could not help
but cry out, "It hurts." Upon hearing this, Lawrence instantly stood up and said, "Don't move. You have wounds on your body."
Then he helped her up and put the pillow high so that she could lean comfortably.
He said, "What happened in the shopping mall that day? Why would that woman stab you with a knife?"
Jessie looked at him and said indifferently, "That woman was the mistress of John. There were some rumors about me and John
before. She might think that John broke up with her because of me, so she came to take revenge on me."
Lawrence took a look at her and took her hand, "Okay." He said softly, "It's all my fault this time. I shouldn't have left you alone. I
promise I will never leave you alone anymore."
Jessie nodded, but her heart was complicated.