Trap me in your love

"Jessie and Mark?" Sharon looked sideways at Jasmine and asked suspiciously, "why do you want to know about them all of a
sudden?"
"Uh..." Jasmine was stunned for a while and made up an excuse casually, "I think you always mistook me for Jessie, so I'm
curious. Don't you think it's amazing to have another person who looks like you in the world? "
Sharon fixed her eyes on Jasmine, which made Jasmine feel guilty.
When Jasmine was about to explain again, Sharon said, "in fact, I don't know much about the two of them. But I know that Mark
really loves Jessie, but Jessie can do nothing about it."
"Why?" Jasmine was confused. They had been married. Sharon meant that they had encountered a lot of problems and were
forced to separate.
Sharon nodded, with slight disappointment and sadness in her eyes.
Although she hadn't known Jessie for a long time and they didn't know each other much, she would never forget that Jessie had
saved her life.
"To be honest, the more I get to know you, the more I feel that you look like Jessie. No wonder Mark thinks of you as her. You
really have a lot in common with her. "
"I look like her? For example? " Asked Jasmine.
"For example... You are always alienated from people you are not familiar with as if you always protect yourself all the time.
Besides, you are afraid of bringing trouble to others. You have to bear everything by yourself. You are all kind-hearted. You look
weak on the surface, but in fact, you are all brave. "
Jasmine looked at her sideways, with a hint of imperceptible sadness in her blurred eyes.
Did they really look like each other that much?
Jasmine lowered her eyes and murmured, "even if we look similar, I don't think I am Jessie."
"What did you say?" Sharon couldn't hear her clearly, so Jasmine immediately raised her head and said, "Nothing. I mean,
people are not unique either. Many of our good friends have similar characters and hobbies. "

"Yes, you are right. But Jasmine, you really don't have to care about it. Just be yourself. " Sharon seemed to have noticed that
Jasmine cared a lot about her resemblance to Jessie, so she kept persuading her.
Although she didn't believe that Jessie was dead, and Jasmine in front of her looked like Jessie very much, she didn't think that
Jasmine was exactly Jessie.
Not only her, but also everyone around Mark thought so.
"Jasmine, I know that you have been in a lot of trouble because of Mark. You really don't have to care about him too much. If you
are not free, you can ignore him completely. He had a good time in the past three years when you didn't show up. People are not
as fragile as we think. "
Jasmine didn't say a word. Her heart seemed to be blocked by a sponge, and she couldn't tell how sad she was.
After a while, Jasmine stood up, smiled and said, "Sharon, thank you for chatting with me so much. It's getting late. I should go
back."
"John will be here soon. Let's drive you back to the hotel."
"No, thanks. I want to take a walk."
"But I'm worried about you after you drink."
"I'm fine, Sharon. I've talked with you for a long time, and I've already woken up. I'm just in a bad mood and want to take a walk.
Don't worry. "
"Did you quarrel with your fiance?" Sharon knew Jasmine was in a bad mood, but she didn't have the nerve to ask. Seeing her
nod, Sharon comforted her, "it doesn't matter. Sometimes men can't be too spoiled. As the saying goes, men can't be spoiled.
The more they are spoiled, the more bastard they are. Now that you're out, why don't you go with us and relax. When he calms
down, he will come to you. "
Jasmine," ..."
She had thought that Sharon would persuade her and say something like "fight at the head of the bed and sleep at the end of the
bed", but she didn't expect that Sharon would urge her to ignore him!
Jasmine looked at her sideways and thought, 'is she still the same Sharon as I thought?'?

At this time, a black Lamborghini stopped at the roadside. Sharon glanced at it and said, "John is here. Let's go and play
together. I really have to leave in two days. I don't know how long you will wait to see me again. "
Jasmine," ..."
Finally, Jasmine refused.
Her mind was in a mess, especially after Sharon told her so many things about Jessie.
Thinking of Lawrence's kindness to her in the past three years and listening to Sharon's evaluation of Jessie, her heart was like a
scale, swaying left and right.
She couldn't tell whether it was true or not, nor was she in the mood to play.
At night, the city was colorful and colorful. The street was crowded with people.
After saying goodbye to Sharon, Jasmine wandered on the street alone, not in the mood to blend in.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the people on the street were scared to scattered like birds and beasts, and Jasmine was pulled by a force
behind her and fell aside.
With a blank look on her face, Jasmine had no idea what had happened. She only saw that the road in front of her was full of
people hiding their heads. In the middle of the road, a man was shot and fell to the ground, with blood flowing like a river.
"How are you? Are you hurt?" A magnetic male voice came into her ears. Jasmine turned her head and looked at the familiar
and strange face in surprise.
"Why... Why are you here?" Jasmine said in a daze. Looking at her silly look, Mark was furious.
Without saying a word, he grabbed her, twisted her to the side of the car like a chicken, opened the door and threw her directly
into the car.
"Ouch, it hurts!" With a painful cry, Jasmine stared at Mark in confusion. Then Mark walked around the front of the car and got
into it.

Bang! The door was slammed shut.
After locking the car door, he shouted angrily, "Jasmine, are you a pig! Now your hand is just hit on the frame of the car. You can
feel the pain. If the bullet pierces your head, you will not feel the pain, because dead people will not feel the pain at all! "
"Are you crazy?" Jasmine didn't want to talk to him anymore. She wanted to open the door and get off, but it was locked by Mark.
She shouted angrily, "open the door!"
"If you want to die, just go down!"
"How can I go down if you don't open the door?" Jasmine suddenly felt that this man was unreasonable. Only ghosts knew that
there would be a shooting on the street. Why did he get angry at her when he was free.
Neuropathy!
Seeing that Mark still didn't open the door, Jasmine got furious.
'Are all the men today insane? Why do they have to be against me? What did I do wrong?' she thought.
"Mark, will you open the door or not? You won't open it, right? Well, don't open it. " After saying that, she pressed the button of
the front control panel and slowly opened the sunroof above her head. With one hand holding the armrest and the other
supporting the seat, Jasmine stepped on the seat.