Trap me in your love

Seeing that Joyce gave no reaction at all, Caleb was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He opened the door and walked
out of the living room, looked at Mark and said, "You handle your own business. I won't meddle in it from now on!" Then he
walked to the door, opened it and strode away.
Jeffery and John also looked at Mark. Then they stood up and left after Cable.
Hearing the door close, Joyce picked up the quilt and threw it on the floor. She was just pursuing her love. How could she
become a sinner! They all put forward to protect Jessie, and even her brother who cared about her most was on that woman's
side. What was so good about her!
Jessie, Jessie...
On hearing the knock, Joyce immediately tensed up. Hadn't they all left? How could there be anyone...
The door opened and Joyce saw Mark's face.
She was slightly stunned, and then she was happy. Pretending to be a little pitiful, she said, "you... You haven't left?"
"Yes" Mark replied, handing the cup in his hand to Joyce. "This is brown sugar water. Drink it before it gets cold."
"What... Do you remember? !" Joyce asked in an affirmative tone. She was sure that not only Mark remembered that her period
suffered from dysmenorrhea every month, but also remembered everything that was related to her.
They had so many years of memory. Each of them could make him remembered forever. But what about Jessie?
They had known each other for only a few months. Even if she was pregnant, it didn't matter at all!
What's more, their relationship is as pure as the white paper. There is no way that Jessie will take my man away from me!
Joyce sneered in her mind. Brown sugar water was only the first step!
She was going to take everything back.
Mark didn't say a word. Joyce took over the glass and said, "You made this glass yourself. There are two cups in total, one for
you and one for me. You say that it will represent all your life, then you say that..."

"If you are okay, I'll go first." Mark interrupted her without any mercy. He didn't want to have a heart to heart talk with her. He
came here only because he was worried about her health.
"Have a good rest. Call doctor Huang if you feel uncomfortable. He is your family doctor and he knows your situation. " He meant
that no matter what happened to her, he wouldn't come back. He didn't want her to contact him and disturb him.
Then he turned around and left, leaving no time for Joyce to say anything.
Her hand shivered slightly, and her heart clenched tightly in pain and hatred.
As soon as he opened the door and was about to leave, he heard the glass drop to the ground, followed by a scream of Joyce.
Then he turned around and rushed into the room. The ceramics were scattered on the floor and Joyce fell on the floor. Her palm
was stabbed into the debris.
The blood splattered.
"Joyce, are you okay?" He picked her up and put her on the bed. "Except for his palms, are there any other injuries?"
His heart ached as he looked at the badly mutilated and bleeding palm. His deep eyes were full of love and pity for him.
Joyce bit her lips and shook her head. But her bright black eyes were full of tears.
"Don't cry if you want to. You don't need to control yourself in front of me." After a long time, the gentle voice came into her ears
again. Regardless of her wound, Joyce rushed directly to Mark and held him tightly, bursting into tears.
"Mark, I know you still love me. I know you won't leave me... I can't live a life without you... You said that you would never leave
me in your life. As long as you are alive, you would not fall in love with other women. That's a promise. You can't leave me alone,
you can't leave me alone, you can't... "
Holding Joyce in his arms, Mark listened to her as she cried out. He could feel her trembling body and his heart hurt as if it was
pricked by a needle.
She was the first woman he loved and the first woman who he made so many promises to her. He really wanted to keep all his
promises, but he was not heartless to hurt another pitiful woman.
Joyce had been the apple of everyone's eye. Everyone doted on her. But what about Jessie?

She had lived for 22 years. Calculated carefully, Joyce had much time being loved and spoiled. Compared with Joyce Lu, her
time of sadness was equivalent to that of Jessie's happiness.
For a woman who never lacked happiness, lack of him may make her sad, but he believed that it would only be temporary, not a
lifetime.
When Joyce calmed down a little, Mark pulled off her arm from her neck. Joyce looked at him with her red and swollen eyes and
Mark said softly, "I'll dress your wound first. We can talk later."
Luckily, he didn't turn her down directly....
Later...
Joyce chuckled to herself. The later he asked, the better!
Seeing him easily coming in with the medical kit, Joyce became more confident.
Then he grabbed her injured hand and said gently, "I have to move the debris out. It will hurt a little, but you have to bear it." As
he spoke, he took the tweezers to remove her wound carefully.
Hiss~~
It hurt so much that she kept retracting her hand. Then he looked up at her, pulled her hand back and said in a slightly severe
tone, "after so many years, why can't you get rid of this habit? You never know how to be careful."
Joyce pouted her lips and grumbled, "you've been with me all the time. If women can do everything well, why do I need men?"
Hearing that, Mark's hand suddenly paused. Perhaps it was because he exerted too much strength that Joyce cried out in pain,
"Mark, take it easy. It hurts."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Mark came back to his senses and continued applying medicine to her wound.
If a woman was capable of everything, why did she still need a man...
It was true that women didn't have to be strong in everything.

He fixed his dark eyes on Joyce and thought, 'this woman in front of me is a strong woman and she is very loyal to me. But what
about her?
If it were Jessie, she would have hidden in her room, silently applying medicine for herself, and she would say that it was just an
accident to get it.
She was such a pitiful woman. How could he bear to hurt her again.
When a man looked at her so infatuated, all women's hearts would bump like a deer.
But Joyce's heart grew colder and colder.
Who was he looking at?
His deep eyes were looking at her, but full of love, as if looking at someone through her.
Joyce bit her lips and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her.
'Mark, do you really love her? Even when you were with me, you still thought about her!'