Trap me in your love

Jasmine pursed her lips and looked at Mark silently.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think your husband is very handsome and charming? What do you want for me?
Just tell me. I'll be with you at any time. I promise you that my service will be good. " Hearing that, a smile played at the corners
of Mark's mouth. His face, which was originally Yama's face, was now full of love for her.
With a faint smile, Jasmine's heart was warm because of these slightly dirty sweet words.
"Have you always talked to other girls like this?" Asked Jasmine.
Shaking his head, Mark said, "I only said my honeyed words to you."
"Humph, only ghosts believe men's words." Pretending to be naughty, Jasmine turned her face aside and quickly opened her
eyes wide in order not to let her tears fall.
Although Jasmine tried her best to hide her feelings and try to show a relaxed and kind feeling, she didn't know that all her
actions, expressions, even the slight frown and blink of her eyes, were seen by Mark and kept in mind.
Just like now, even if she tried her best to hold back her tears, her slightly red eyes and the sadness in her eyes could not
escape from the eyes of Mark.
Feeling sorry for her, Mark slowly let go of Jasmine. Both of them should be calm for a while. They had been apart for a long
time. Only time would make Jasmine's memory back.
"Well, that's enough. There are clothes in the closet of the second room on the second floor. Go upstairs and wash yourself. Go
to bed early."
Seeing that Jasmine was in a daze, he was afraid that she would misunderstand him and explained, "Oh, that's all your clothes.
Don't think that I'm a casual man. This house belongs to you and me. Not everyone can come here. "
After saying that, Mark went upstairs. After two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned his back to her. "I know you can't accept
everything in the past. Don't worry. I don't like to force you. Before you agree, I will live in the guest room."
Looking at his burly figure disappearing in the living room, Jasmine had mixed feelings.
According to what Mark had said, Jasmine came to the second room on the second floor. She pushed the door open and walked
in. What she saw was a suite of about thirty square meters. The decoration of this room was very different from that of

downstairs.
The living room downstairs was mainly in warm color, which looked very warm and kind.
The room upstairs was in black, grey and white.
Especially in this late night, people could not help shivering with cold.
If this was Jessie and Mark's home, why was the room designed to be so cold?
Jasmine looked around the room and walked towards the wardrobe. Looking at the full wardrobe in front of her, she was
stunned.
There were not only clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry and so on, but also everything that women needed. They were all famous
brands in the world and worth a lot of money.
Jasmine was confused. What kind of man was Mark? In his heart, what kind of person was Jessie! She was so important to him.
Even if she had left his world for more than three years, he would still prepare new products for her every season.
Just like... She had never left.
Her chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, and her nose was slightly sore.
After listening to what Sharon had said to her, she could not deny that she Jessie. She was so lucky to meet such a good man in
her life. Even if she lost her memory now, she still felt lucky.
She knew that not everyone could have such a good fortune.
However, she couldn't accept all this with ease.
After choosing a pair of relatively conservative long trousers among the pajamas, she went into the bathroom.
As soon as Mark returned to his room, he began to deal with the wound.
Although it had been a long time since the operation, his wound was always festering, and the healing condition was very bad.
Coupled with today's toss and turn, the wound was even worse.
He took off her coat, gritted his teeth and slowly untied the gauze wrapped on the back of his shoulder.

Although there was not much bleeding, the thick gauze was still dyed red. As long as he moved a little, the piercing pain would
come to his face.
Knock...
"Are you there, Mark? Well, the washbasin in my bathroom is blocked. Can you help me check it? "
Knock...
Jasmine knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. Seeing that the door was closed tightly, she gently pushed
the door open.
Damn it! How could a man live in such a princess's room? It's too creepy.
This room and her room were completely two worlds and two styles.
It was dark there, but here was pink.
Jasmine was so stunned that her jaw almost dropped.
"Are you there, Mark?"
Hearing the sound of water, Jasmine went to the bathroom. As soon as she walked to the door, she saw that the door was not
closed. She poked her head out and saw the shocking wound on her large back.
She covered her mouth in astonishment.
How could there be so many scars on his body? Some of them were still bleeding.
Especially the blood stained white gauze on the ground made her heart ache.
She walked in slowly and stammered, "Mark, your wound..."
Hearing the noise, Mark quickly turned around, picked up the coat on the side and tried to put it on. Perhaps it was because his
action was too loud that the wound was pulled. With a hiss of pain, his handsome face was immediately pulled into a ball, and
his face instantly sank in pain.

Seeing this, Jasmine immediately ran up to him, held his arm and asked with concern, "how are you? Don't cover it anymore. I
have seen it."
With his hands on the washbasin, the pain on his forehead was already dripping with sweat. He pretended to be indifferent and
said, "don't worry. It's not a big deal."
"Nothing? Are these still minor injuries? " Jasmine looked at him guiltily. She knew that all these injuries were caused by her. If
she hadn't been so willful and disobedient, he wouldn't have suffered so much pain.
She cursed angrily and painfully, "what the hell do you want to do? You were seriously injured. Why did you come to save me!
I'm a bad woman. I don't deserve you to sacrifice so much for me. "
"No, it's not like that." Mark held her in his arms. He couldn't bear to see her cry. As soon as he saw her tears, his heart ached
fiercely. "You are my wife. It's my responsibility to protect you. I don't allow you to say that."
"No, I'm not." Jasmine burst into tears. She thought she was just a jinx. No matter where she was or who she was going to deal
with, she would only get herself and others into trouble.
"You were injured and unconscious because you came to save me. You finally woke up and endured the pain, but I didn't even
care about you... No matter it is you or Lawrence, I will make trouble for you and make you all hurt for me. Don't forget me, Mark.
"