Trap me in your love

A warm current penetrated her heart and instantly made her eyes wet.
At this moment, she finally recognized her heart. She finally knew what was the difference between Mark and Lawrence.
That was the feeling of peace and security.
Jasmine stretched out her arms and hugged Mark's strong body. Tears fell quietly, and she felt very secure in her heart.
It seemed that wherever she was, she felt safe and unrestrained if Mark was with her.
After taking off his coat and putting it on Jasmine, Mark helped her up and suddenly glanced at the man who was pressed
against the wall. His eyes were blurred and his face flushed. At this moment, there was still a smile on his face.
Turning to look at Jasmine, Mark asked, "who is he? He was drugged. Don't you know that? "
Drugged?
Jasmine stared at Eden in a daze. She still had a lingering fear at the thought of what had happened just now, but she still
believed in Eden. He would not be such a frivolous and beast person.
He was always cautious. Who on earth drugged him?
"He is Lawrence's assistant. What are you going to do to him, Mark?"
"What do you want me to do with him?" Noticing the confusion and unwillingness in Jasmine's eyes, he decided to let her make
the decision. "I will listen to you. You can do whatever you want. I only have one request, that is, don't hurt yourself."
Jasmine raised her head and looked at Mark. This man was as lofty and serious as a God. He could always be considerate and
timely to take care of her thoughts every time. And every time he asked her to be fine and happy.
How could she meet such a perfect and rare man in the world.
Jasmine raised her head slightly and looked at him with admiration.
Mark lowered his head and said in an ambiguous tone, "woman, if you keep looking at me like this, I will think that you are
inviting me to spend a good night with you."
"..."

Jasmine was a little embarrassed. Her pale face turned red.
She lowered her head and bit her lips tightly. She really wanted to dig a hole for herself and never come out.
With a doting smile, Mark reached out his hand to touch her head and said, "don't bite your lips anymore. It will bleed if you bite it
again. I'll feel sorry for you."
Jasmine squinted at him and exchanged glances with him.
'Will you die if you don't say anything? Every word you say is so ambiguous, as if they really think we have something.'
'Do you think they can't see that we have an affair if I don't tell them?' With an expression of 'I am the God', Mark looked at her.
He was flirting with his woman. It was not a secret affair.
Jasmine directly admitted defeat.
"You are the boss. It's up to you."
Although the two of them were using eyes to talk, the more silent they were, the more ambiguous the atmosphere became. Even
the other people in the house could not pretend to ignore it.
So sweet!
The men in black could only stand aside and cry bitterly! They were all single...
As for the punishment of Eden, Jasmine said that she didn't believe that Eden was such a person, so she asked Mark to let him
go. As soon as Mark turned around, he asked his subordinate to knock out Eden. Then they took off all his clothes and put it on
Jasmine's bed. After that, he took a few indecent photos of Eden and sent them to Lawrence.
Mark could understand why Jasmine was so kind and innocent that she didn't want to make a scene.
Even though she had lost her memory, there was still a huge difference between her personality and that of the previous Jessie
and the current Jasmine.
But Mark couldn't bear to see his woman being humiliated like this. If he didn't arrive in time, her innocence would be ruined by
Eden.
Therefore, no matter whether Eden did it on purpose or he was framed, Mark wouldn't let him go.

In this position, if Eden didn't even have this vigilance, he would die sooner or later.
When Jasmine went back to the villa with Mark, she found that it was not the one she had been to. The decoration was very
warm. The design and decoration of every place showed the warmth and love of the owner of the villa.
Jasmine asked, "where am I? This house is so beautiful. "
With a smug smile, Mark put his hands into the bags and said, "of course. I designed it carefully."
"You designed it?" Jasmine pursed her lips and looked incredulous. Then she looked up at the painting hanging on the wall. Her
face changed and her heart ached slightly.
Lowering his head, Mark followed her gaze and saw the painting hanging on the wall. He thought to himself, 'silly girl.' then he
walked up to her, lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.
...
At first, Jasmine wanted to break away from him, but she was already held tightly in his arms, allowing him to do whatever he
wanted.
As she came to her senses, Jasmine looked at the face of Mark in disbelief.
How could she kiss him here without scruple!
Even if she had a crush on him, she was still Lawrence's fiancee. How could she...
Seeing that she was sitting in the arms of Mark, Jasmine immediately raised her legs and wanted to leave, but it seemed that
Mark had already noticed her thoughts. He tightly held her waist with his hands, leaving her no chance to escape.
"You want to run away after eating?" His tone was so ambiguous that Jasmine was even more embarrassed.
"Well, put me down. Your wounds haven't healed yet. I'm afraid."
"I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?" He tightened his hands around his waist and said, "honey, do you know how I have been
through these three years? I have lived for more than twenty years, but I have never thought of someone like this, nor have I
tried to be so lonely. Now that you have come back, do you still want me to live a widowed life? "

Widowed... Widowed life?
The corners of Jasmine's mouth twitched. Wasn't this word used to women?
"Brother, is your Chinese what P.E. teacher taught you? I don't think you can use the word 'widowed'. Besides, I'm not your wife.
It's not me who makes you feel lonely. Why do you want to see me? "
The more she said, the more depressed Jasmine felt.
Everyone said that she was Jessie, but she still didn't believe it. Even if she believed that it maybe the truth, she didn't feel at
ease as she didn't remember it for a day.
Every time she heard them talk about what happened between them, she felt envious and jealous, as if her heart was pricked by
a needle.
Jasmine was so sad that she felt a sharp pain on her lips all of a sudden. She let out a light cry, glared at Mark and said, "are you
a dog? Why did you bite me?"
"I'm biting you, stupid woman. I've never seen a woman like you who is jealous of herself. Idiot! "