Trap me in your love

Chapter 43 If You Lie to Me, You will Suffer More than Death

Just when Jessie came back to the room, Mark came in.

"You... Why did you come back so soon? You haven't seen each other for such a long time. Shouldn't you have a lot to talk about?"

Jessie stammered. She felt anxious. She was afraid that he saw her at the hall gate and overheard their conversation.

Raising his eyebrows, Mark asked, "How do you know we haven't seen each other for a long time?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"I... I just said it casually."

Seeing that Jessie was trying to avoid seeing him, Mark smiled and said coldly, "Bring me my clothes." Then he wheeled the wheelchair into the bathroom.

Jessie was confused. Bring him clothes?

He took shower! Why asking her to bring him clothes? Couldn't he take his clothes and go in there?

She pouted her lips unhappily and opened the wardrobe to take out a dark blue bathrobe and shorts in the same color. She walked to the bathroom.

Rat-tat!

"The clothes..."

"Bring it in." Before Jessie could say anything, the ghostly sound came out. Jessie went crazy. Then she gritted her teeth. Who cared?

Did he really take her as an innocent inexperienced little girl?!

Heavy mist in the bathroom!

Lying in the round bathtub, Mark sipped his wine leisurely. When he heard somebody come in, he started to talk slowly.

"Put the clothes down. Come here."

"……" Standing rooted to the spot, Leon was inexplicably nervous with his hands holding clothes, and her face flushed unconsciously.

"Well, what's up?"

"Talk to me."

"……" Jessie was stunned and stood there still.

Chat with him!

Here!

Before Jessie got any chance to react, Mark's voice came again.

"I know you have been curious about why I still marry you even though I don't love you... Actually, for me, as long as it's not her, it's the same to marry anyone." With these thoughts in his mind, Mark heaved a deep sigh and then picked up the wine. When he finished the wine, his deep eyes were filled with sadness.

It was the first time he had talked about her in the past seven years.

"She was a very lovely girl. She had black long hair and fair skin. Although she was not tall, when she stood next to me, it was just the clinging look I like. She really liked to laugh. Every time she told jokes, the people around her didn't laugh, only she would laugh happily. She was very innocent and kind. She

was often cheated by others and came to complain to me tearfully. I always said to her 'can't you be a little smarter?'! She had always been fooled in the same way, but I found that she was just very kind, sympathizing with others...."

Kind, sympathize...

Mark always said that don't look at him with sympathy.

That would made him think about her.

Although Mark had his back to her, Jessie still could see his face, eyes and heart through him.

"And then?" Jessie asked softly.

"She... …… She was dead."

"Dead? Why?" Jessie got nervous and asked anxiously.

From Mark's voice, she could tell that he once loved this girl deeply. And she also knew that the ending between him and her must be bad. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this.

However, she had never thought that the girl was dead!

Jessie knew clearly how hurt it would be for him if the one he loved left him.

Although it had been a long time, the pain was like deep-rooted in his heart, deeply engraved.

The pain would never disappear.

For a long time, Mark was silent. Jessie walked towards him and squatted beside him. She persuaded softly, "No matter what happened, she at least appeared in your life. At least, you once had each other

and left each other indelible memories. These are what many people wouldn't have all their lives." Although she's gone, you are happier than many people.

At least, he was happier than her.

At least, his love could sprout and blossom. Even if there would be result-less, they had once loved each other.

But what about her?

Was that love? It's just a farce, a disgraceful farce!

Mark looked up at Jessie silently.

They looked at each other without saying anything.

Suddenly, Mark reached out his hand. He held Jessie's head and kissed her.

"Mm..."

However, the more Jessie was trying to escape, the closer Mark got to her. At last, he dragged her directly into the bathtub.

He gently kissed her, gentle and hard. Jessie was first stunned and try to escape. But she got more and more immersed in his kiss. Finally, she gave in. After a long time, he released her.

"The first kiss?" He gently touched the swollen lip he kissed, raised his eyebrows and said: "I remember that you took the initiative to kiss me the first time you met me. Why are you so shy this time?" An obscure smile appeared on Mark's lips.

"……"

Jessie was confused. What did he mean? Her heart was still beating intensely after the intense kiss.

However, her beating heart began to get uneasy.

Jessie looked down and didn't say a word. Instead, Mark kissed her deeply on her forehead and said, "To be my wife is very simple. As long as you are obedient and honest to me. Don't lie to me. Or you will suffer more than death. As long as you can do this, I promise I won't treat you badly."

For the whole night, Jessie was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. She kept thinking of what Mark said.

Obedient, honest, don't lie to him...

Should she tell him the deal with Nelson? If not, would it be a lie to him?

If she really did what Nelson asked her to, then it should not be just a lie.

Just then, her phone rang. Jessie got nervous. She turned around to look at Mark. He wasn't moving. Then he switched on her phone.

"Swan Castle, Fussen! Bring him there no matter what you do."

Jessie was stunned for a few seconds. When she came to herself, she immediately deleted the message.

Swan Castle...

On the other side of the bed, Mark's eyes were closed and his breath was steady, but he was not asleep at all.

'Jessie? Were you the Jessie I knew?

Even if you had difficulties and you were eager to save your brother, why didn't you come to me?

Were you willing to live such a life?'

When Jessie was in deep sleep, Mark turned around and stared at her face quietly.

'Should I believe you or not?

Or, from the beginning, you were just like me, acting!

What I had done for you, and what I had felt for you, were now a joke!

I even began to think that I wanted to cherish you, protect you and protect the one you loved with all my heart. Was it all my wishful thinking?

Jessie, don't hurt me too much!'