Trap me in your love

After Mark left, not knowing what to do, Jessie just sat on the bed in a daze, and her heart was full of fear just now.
In her heart, no matter what happened, Mark was always calm and relaxed. Even Nelson was near the edge of death, he did not
have the slightest fear.
But he got panic when he received the phone.
What happened?
Who the hell was that person!
Jessie curled her legs, put her arms around her legs and pressed her chin against them, as if she was overwhelmed by fear.
Right then, her phone rang.
When the phone rang, it was from a strange number living abroad. She frowned. She didn't know who it was.
The phone was still roaring, as if it would ring to the earth if she didn't answer.
Jessie sighed and answered the phone. A girl chattered on the other end of the line.
"What took you so long to answer the phone? Don't tell me you were sleeping."
Jessie," ..."
"Rachel, what's up? Why are you calling me at this time? Mark has gone out."
"Go out? I'm not looking for him. He can go out if he wants. "
Jessie," ..."
She thought that Rachel would never talk to her again. The words that Rachel said before she got on the plane last time were all
for the sake of Mark and the baby in her belly. She really didn't expect that Rachel would call her.
Rachel replied, "I'm going there next week. Arrange a room for me."
"Sure. I'll talk to him."

"You're the wife of the young master. Arranging the room isn't up to you? What wimp you are! You are not only Mark's wife but
also carrying a baby. Don't treat yourself as an outsider. You should act as Mrs. Lan. Just do what you want, okay? "
Jessie," ..."
"Posture of the hostess?"?
Since she came back, she hardly had any time to have a good talk with Mark, and they seldom have the chance to meet each
other. No matter what happened to her and her baby, it didn't matter at all, as if she were in a cage.
Jessie said with a bitter smile, "I'm not feeling well now. I don't have the strength to put on a posture. I'm so sick that I don't have
to go out for a whole day. I feel like I'm a faded flower."
She didn't dare to say the word "death" again. Although Mark didn't slap hard that time, there was still somber pain.
It was said that a bad life is better than a good death.
Even Derek didn't say anything, she knew that she had been very abnormal recently, as if she saw her mother in herself...
Although she had been trying to think positively and ignore the bad feelings in her mind, she still felt faintly uneasy.
She was afraid that she would become her mother.
She didn't want to be hated and insulted by Mark, just like how her father disliked her mother.
"Oh, don't think too much. The poison on your body will be removed soon. You are pregnant now and I am waiting to be the
baby's godmother."
Just then, there came a man's magnetic voice on the phone. He seemed to say, "what's the baby's godmother? We can give
birth to one by ourselves." Then, Rachel shouted coldly, "get out of my sight."
Hearing that, Jessie frowned. She asked, "Rachel, who's coming with you?"
"A sticky homeless dog! Let's talk about it later. I have to get back at that crazy dog. He will do something bad to me if I don't
beat him. Remember, I'll go there next week. I... "
After a shriek, the phone was hung up.
Hearing that, Jessie could not help but laugh.

It seemed that Rachel met the chosen one.
Jessie threw back the quilt and got out of bed to get some water from the kitchen.
She hadn't taken a good look at the house since she moved in. Because she didn't feel sleepy now, she could look around.
This villa was not as big as their own before. It was smaller than their own room. The villa had two and a half floors. The living
room, dinning room, kitchen and maid room were on the first floor. There were four bedrooms and a study on the second floor.
On the third floor were gym and garden in the air.
Outside the house, there was a garden and garage in the front, and behind the house was a private pool. As a whole, though it
was small, it contained everything.
The whole house was in white and all the colors were light colored, and occasionally dark.
The living room was tall. There was a large sunroof on the roof, making the whole house brighter and brighter.
Compared with the luxury life of the Lan family, here was simpler and more comfortable.
It was more like a home here.
Small but warm home.
Sitting on the sofa, she stared blankly at the floor lamp at the corner of the sofa. The dim yellow light enveloped the whole house
into warm. Jessie leaned against the sofa with a pillow in her arms. Not knowing how long it had passed, she felt that her eyelids
were getting heavier and heavier, so she fell asleep directly.
The moment Mark stepped into the villa he saw her curling up on the couch.
He walked quietly to the sofa and crouched down beside it.
While touching her hair that fell on her face gently, Jessie felt that someone was approaching. She opened her eyes slightly and
saw Mark coming back, with a confused face, she said, "you're back."
"Yes." Mark stood up and sat down on the sofa, letting Jessie lean against him. He asked softly, "why don't you go back to your
room? You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

"I'm waiting for you!"
Perhaps it was because she was too sleepy, or perhaps it was because of the fact that Mark had just come back, she felt at ease
in her heart. As a result, Jessie didn't know what she had said to him and just slept soundly in his arms.
Even though she said it in a low voice, Mark could hear it clearly.
One's heart was both warm and comfortable if one was immersed in the hot spring.
It turned out that it was so happy to be waited and needed by someone in this world.
Although Joyce also rely on him very much, that kind of dependence was only when she was bored and acted like a spoiled
child. Once something really happened, the first thought of her was not him.
She was confident about everything she had; if she didn't do well, she wouldn't start.
Of course, the consequences were also within her expectations.
Including Mark.
They had been in love for five years, and Joyce rarely needed him. It should be said that their love was just because of a partner.
The worst would be that he had one more bed partner!
When he was in need, she would be active; when he was not, she seldom waited for him. And he was also busy with his own
business. They would live their own lives.
"I am waiting for you."
He looked at her sweet sleeping face with affection, and a happy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and carried her upstairs.