Trap me in your love

Chapter 27 He was not My Type

"Do you really want to leave?"

Looking at Mark in a daze, Jessie almost blurted out the words 'I don't want to', but anyway, it was impossible for her to stay.

She didn't care about her reputation. However, she couldn't be selfish to ignore her mother and brother.

If she didn't care now, she wouldn't put herself in such a situation in the beginning!

Everything she did would be in vain.

The atmosphere was extremely tense. Seeing that the two did not speak, the crowd could only hold their breath and dare not to make a sound.

They looked at each other. The pair of deep black eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, looked straight at Jessie, and directly at her heart.

She admitted that it was very comfortable to be with him. She didn't have to wear a mask all the time as she did in front of the Lan family and the Lin family. She liked the feeling of being free and talking freely with him.

However, it didn't matter whether she liked it or not. Before she could make sure she could take good care of her family, what kind of life she was living wasn't important at all!

"We are not from the same world at all. I have a lot of things that I have to do and can't let go. You should know everything about me, so don't force me anymore, OK?"

Although Jessie said she wanted to leave, everyone present could feel that she had no choice but to do so.

It was like two people who were in love with each other, and the scene of being forcibly separated was really heartbreaking and tearful.

Even Rachel couldn't help but feel pity for her.

After a long time, Mark said slowly, "Okay, I'll ask Nick to drive you back."

After saying that, before Jessie left, Mark turned around and left first.

Looking at his back, Jessie's heart twitched violently, and she almost took a breath because of the pain. From NôvelDrama.Org.

"So... I didn't know your name yet."

Mark paused and said, "It doesn't matter. That's not important to you."

Jessie lowered her eyes. Yes, why did she bother to ask?

What could I do even if I knew!

Anyway, they will never meet again.

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On the way back, Nick saw that Jessie was silent. He didn't say anything. But before she got off the car, he couldn't help saying, "Mrs. Jessie, in fact, our young master is really good to you. I've been with him for so many years, and I've never seen him treat anyone so well."

Jessie looked at him suspiciously. Good? Maybe!

"Nick, I want to ask you, why do you always call me Mrs. Jessie? I really don't know him very well."

"……" Nick was stunned and wondered whether he should tell Jessie or not.

Jessie's husband was Mark, and their young master was the disabled Mark of the Lan family. Since the day she was kidnapped, it was not a secret that she was Mark's wife in the whole manor. What's more, even Mr. Mark has acquiesced that. Who would deliberately change the way how they call her?

Seeing Nick's hesitation, Jessie smiled and said, "Forget it. I'm fine. Thank you for driving me back... Be careful on your way. Goodbye."

Seeing that Jessie walked into the Lan family's house, Nick sighed. He turned around, got on the car and left.

When Jessie was about to go upstairs, the servant Grace came out.

"Mrs. Jessie, you are back."

"Yes. Where is Mr. Mark?"

"Mr. Mark has gone abroad. He will be back in a few days."

"Oh." Jessie said. Then she went straight upstairs.

Jessie was lying on the bed, looking at the fresh and clean guest room. The depression in her heart seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Went abroad...

It would be good if he was not there, in case she didn't know what to say to him. And she didn't have to go to the main room to sleep.

She couldn't accept the dark room. Mark was not only strange in character, but also in taste. It wasn't like M's manor. M's manor was perfect. It was elegant but not vulgar, gorgeous but not luxurious. It was such a place where she liked very much.

It's not like here, it's just a ghost house!

Gradually, the man's face came back to her mind.

M...

Was his name M?

She gently touched her lips with her hands. Her eyebrows and eyes were smile, and her face was flushed.

All of a sudden, Jessie sat up, widened her eyes in astonishment and patted herself hard on the cheek.

Jessie, what were you thinking?

Why was your heart beating so fast?

Why was your face so flushing?

Were you having a fever?

Ah! Ah! She held her own head and kept shaking it. She went extremely crazy.

You were a married woman. How could you fall in love with someone else?

Have you been out of your mind?

No, you must be sick. You had to see a doctor. You had to be isolated. You were sick. You had to be treated! !

You were Mark's wife of the Lan family. Your husband was called Mark. He was not your type. He was not your type. He was not your type. He was not your type. You were Mark's wife of the Lan family.

Your husband was called Mark. He was not your type. He was not your type...

The next day, Jessie went downstairs with two huge dark circles under her eyes.

With the breakfast in her hand, Grace came out and said with concern, "Mrs. Jessie, didn't you sleep well last night? You look so haggard!"

"Well, I didn't feel very well." Jessie found herself an excuse. At the thought of last night, she wanted to kill herself.

What a shame!

Seeing that Jessie didn't sleep well, Grace made another cup of ginseng tea and put it in front of her. She asked, "Mrs. Jessie, what would you like to eat today? I'll buy it."

"Food?" Jessie suddenly widened her eyes. When she heard the word 'food', M popped up in her head again. "What food? I don't want it."

"……"

Grace was confused. What happened to Mrs. Jessie?

Realizing her gaffe, Jessie explained awkwardly, "I have a stomachache. I might have caught a cold. I don't need to eat or drink today. I have to go to school later."

Seeing that Grace nodded, Jessie went upstairs with a smile that was uglier than crying.

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"Miss Rachel, young master had ordered not to let anyone get in." As soon as Rachel wanted to knock on the door, she was stopped by his subordinates. She questioned, "What is he doing in there? Don't

tell me that he hasn't come out of this door since that woman left."

His subordinates looked at Rachel with admiration and nodded.

"Hey, he's really good at pretending to be a spoony here." It was a good thing that Jessie left, but she didn't expect him to lock himself up!

Was Jessie the only woman left in the world, isn't she?!

She pushed away the man who blocked the door and opened the door directly.

"M!"

"Sir, Miss Rachel..."

"You go out first." Seeing his man went out, Mark closed the laptop and said, "Take a walk with me."

Rachel was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Mark had never said such words to anyone. He always kept silent or expressionless.

Take a walk... He actually 'took the initiative' to ask her walk with him...

Although Rachel restrained the joy on her face, her heart was already full of joy.

The back hill garden was full of flowers. The colorful world was just like her mood at the moment.

She looked sideways at Mark beside her. Today he was very different from before. Although he was as silent as usual, he didn't make people feel indifferent and alienated.

On the contrary, there was a little more gentleness of a man.

Looking at the shadow of them walking side by side on the ground, Rachel wanted to go on like this for a lifetime. Although she knew that he didn't like her, she still couldn't extricate herself from loving him.

"M, just say what you want to say."

Mark stopped and looked at her sideways, with a trace of surprise in his deep eyes.

It seemed that she had already known that he had something to say.

With a snort, he held her shoulders with both hands and said, "Rachel. Don't waste time on me. I won't love you."