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.
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