Trap me in your love

Chapter 226 She Is My Woman, You'd Better Give up.

"Mark, what are you up to?" What Carl was confused about was who on earth was the person Mark said that he couldn't control himself! "I remember that you went to see Ken once when Jessie disappeared. I still remember that you told me at that time that Ken had agreed you to be with Jessie and hoped you to find her. Why did the Crimson Dragon Society turn to us again? Did Ken change his mind? "

"Of course not." Taking a sip of the wine in his glass, Mark said firmly, "the explosion of Mongolia is true, and the Crimson Dragon Society is fake."

"What?"

Looking at Carl's face, who seemed to be at a loss for words, Mark raised his head, drank up the wine in one gulp, put down the glass, stood up and put his hands in the bags. "Ask John to come back. Don't stay around women all day long. He can't even handle a woman. It's really shameful."

The corner of Carl's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Mark. He thought to himself, 'I don't know who has been looking for a woman for three years. You have the nerve to say that John can't handle a woman. So do you!'!

It's a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Although Mark was in German, he had to worry about the industrial projects all over the world. With a smug smile, he went straight to a branch company in German.

In the car, he took out his phone and input a number that Nick had just found. Then he pressed the "send" button and said with a bright mood, "Sam, your lady will be back soon."

"Really? That's great. "

Raising his head, Sam looked at Mark in the rearview mirror excitedly. Not only Mark was happy, but also his men were happy.

Recalling the days after lady disappeared, it could be described as "darkness and helplessness". That day was extremely suffering.

Now that lady was back, not only did the young master live a better life, but also they could breathe a sigh of relief, and the head hanging on their neck could be stable for a few days.

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After the phone call, Lawrence smoked a few cigarettes in the garden, lit some food, and took them to his room in person.

"I just went downstairs and heard that a Michelin 3-star chef came, so I specially asked him to cook something. Come and have a try." Lawrence put the food on the table one by one, and took out a bottle of Lafite that had been served for 65 years. Of course, it was a bunch of red roses representing love.

Seeing that Jasmine came over, Lawrence picked up a rose and handed it to her. He said softly: "Jasmine, it was my fault just now. I apologize to you. Don't be angry. Forgive me, okay? "

Jasmine looked at the red roses in front of her and took them. She smiled and said, "I'm not angry anymore."

"Really? Then you don't have to move out, do you? " Lawrence wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of her idea of moving out, but he didn't expect that this time, Jasmine was determined to move out. In order not to affect the atmosphere that had just been repaired, Lawrence had to make another plan.

During the lunch, Jasmine was absent-minded and didn't know how to eat.

Looking at the extravagant lunch in front of her, what came to her mind was the street snack she had with Mark in Berlin.

She was not a vain girl. She didn't like anything expensive. Just like the fried chicken and beer on the street in Berlin, those seemingly simple and cheap things could also make her feel very happy.

Money might be of great use, but it didn't mean that money meant happiness!

Lawrence was so kind to her that he would only give her the best in everything. Even if she wanted to choose something else, he would not give her any choice.

Just like today's meal, he would not ask her what she liked to eat, the degree of hunger and so on. He would only give her the best thing he thought, but never ask her if she needed it.

Especially the dazzling red rose in front of her. She didn't like roses at all, and she hated red roses more. She felt that the passion of red roses was not suitable for her at all. She preferred those little and unnoticeable flowers, such as jasmine, hibiscus, sunflower... Even the wild flowers picked randomly on the street were stronger than the bunch of red roses in front of her now.

Jasmine didn't know if she had already begun to dislike and resist Lawrence from the bottom of her heart. No matter what he did, she always felt that something was wrong, bad, and she didn't like him. However, no matter how hateful she was, she still kept a faint smile on her face. That smile was like that between ordinary people, polite and respectful, and there was no intimacy at all.

After dinner, Lawrence made an excuse and left. When Jasmine saw him disappear in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was relieved.

Red roses...

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As soon as Lawrence walked out of the room, his phone rang. He turned it on and saw a message.

"See you at 4 o'clock and five o'clock in the afternoon at the bar on the fifth floor." - Mark

His eyes narrowed dangerously. Lawrence, who had been gloomy because of Jasmine, was even more furious. His hand holding the phone was blue veins, and a strong murderous will was emitted from his body, which was terrifying.

When Lawrence walked into the bar on the fifth floor, Mark had already arrived. He was drinking leisurely, looking uncomfortable.

Lawrence walked over and sat down. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"What do I want?" Mark sneered. His deep eyes looked particularly sharp and appalling in the dim light. It was as if he was the God who controlled the world, with a terrifying courage.

His slender fingers gently danced in the arc of the bottom of the glass, and he said calmly, "you sent someone to blow up Mongolia, right? Do you think I will believe the person who lied to me that he is from the Crimson Dragon Society?"

"Now that you know it, why do you still come to me?" They were all smart people, so Lawrence didn't want to beat around the bush with him. "If you want to ask whether Jasmine is Jessie or not, I'll tell you now. No! I don't know where Jessie is. As for why she looks like Jessie, I can only tell you that this is the result of external interference. Nothing else can be told. "

"External interference?" "Lawrence, don't tell me that you will be with a woman with a plastic surgery and love her as much as you want. Do you think I will believe you?"

"Believe it or not." All of a sudden, Lawrence stood up and left. With a darkened face, Mark said harshly, "Lawrence, I know very well whether my wife is Jasmine or not, but I think you know better

than me why she has lost her memory."

Lawrence suddenly turned around and looked straight at him.

He said in a cold voice, "no matter what I have done to her, she will never be your wife again. She has been my woman since the gunfight three years ago! You'd better give up! "