It was a touching confession. Everyone would be touched by what Lawrence had said. Not to mention
these words, as long as two people were in true love, a few words of love could make each other feel
like electric shock. And what would happen would be natural.
There was only between people who loved each other.
However, Jessie didn't love him!
When Lawrence was about to kiss her again, Jessie turned her head to avoid his touch subconsciously.
Lawrence yelled inside his heart, feeling sad, but also angry.
He clenched his fists tightly.
After a while, he turned around and said, "Put the cake on the desk. I'll eat later." Then he walked to his
desk and began to work with a serious face.
Although he didn't say anything, nor did he put on a long face to her, nor scolded her and questioned
her, Jessie could still feel his anger strongly.
She swallowed and said gently, "Brother, I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong." He was too anxious to see her
heart.
Although she mentioned to divorce Mark, she still couldn't let him go.
She had only promised him, that she would forget Mark and try to like him and love him.
That could take a month, a year, five years, ten years... Or maybe all her life.
Seeing that Lawrence was trying to endure the anger in his heart, Jessie felt mixed feelings.
In this world, who could really keep their love for only one person for a decade or so?! Being loved and
missed by Lawrence like this, Jessie was happy.
She might fall in love with him if she hadn't met Mark.
She believed that if she was with Lawrence, she would definitely be a happy woman.
However, they met at the wrong time.
"Lawrence, I know you're mad at me. You've even started to doubt whether I didn't forget Mark, nor did
I want to be with you at all, right? I don't care what you think. What I want to say is if I kiss you now and
do everything that lovers should do, will you see me as an inconstant woman? People said that the
best way to forget a relationship is to develop a new one. But do you think it's fair for the new one? I
don't want to owe or hurt anyone. Do you understand?"
These words although seemed to be excuses, for Lawrence, he really deeply touched.
Just as what Jessie said, if she really obeyed all his requirements and did everything he asked, he
would really doubt what kind of woman she was!
He indeed hadn't thought about it.
He was too selfish.
He put down his pen, stood up, walked beside her, and apologized, "Jessie, I'm sorry. I neglected your
point of view. It's my fault. Don't worry. I won't do that again. I'll wait for you, until the day you are willing
to do it."
Hearing that, Jessie nodded with a smile and said jokingly, "It was indeed your fault. How about taking
me shopping tomorrow as your punishment?"
"Go shopping?"
"Well, you don't want to?" Jessie looked at him with a pout, as if she would not be happy as long as he
refused.
Lawrence smiling, "Okay, I'll go shopping with you tomorrow."
While Lawrence went back to work, Jessie left the room.
The moment the door was closed, the usual tenderness in Lawrence's eyes was replaced by doubt.
Jessie, did you really need time to forget the past, or just for the sake of Mark?
Seeing Jessie like this, he could not see through her more.
He was overwhelmed by her smile and her every movement.
Or he had never seen through her? She was always wearing a mask in front of him, and she always
treated him in an unreal way.
Thinking of this, Lawrence felt powerless and frustrated.
After Jessie went downstairs and put the cake into the refrigerator, she went upstairs to take a shower.
She didn't know since when she began to dislike the smell of other men on her body, especially when
she was just kissed by Lawrence.
Although the kiss was short, she felt his smell all over her body, especially in her mouth.
She was very, very repulsive, very disgusted.
Since she entered the bathroom, she had brushed her teeth five times. But she still felt uncomfortable
as if there was a thorn in her heart and she was uncomfortable.
The bathroom was steaming.
Standing in front of the mirror, Jessie looked at the scars on her body. Although they had all healed,
they were still shocking on her fair skin.
She gently touched the scar on her arm. Her memory flashed back, and her heart ached.
She wanted to go home. She missed him so much.
But, how could she go back?
She was so stupid that she didn't find out that all this was a trap.
It's a trap that had already been set up!
If she had not been so emotional and irrational, the scars on her body would not have existed. And she
didn't have to go against her conscience to show kindness to those people either.
Looking at the water drops on her flushed cheek, Jessie couldn't tell whether they were tears or sweat.
She only knew that she was very sad.
She slowly crouched down, with a pair of slender arms holding herself tightly, and buried her head in
them, weeping.
"Mark, where are you?
I am here. I am here!
Why don't you come and save me?
I know I was wrong. I want to go home. Come and pick me up."
Jessie murmured. She couldn't help crying out loud. She felt like being on the verge of breakdown, and
cried loudly to vent her sadness and uneasiness.
After busying for three days without sleeping, Mark had just taken a nap on the sofa when he heard
Jessie's cry for help. Hearing the sadness and crying, he felt his heart ached.
"Jessie, where are you?
Are you okay?
Answer me!"
Mark said in his dream. He opened his mouth, trying to say something. But he failed.
When he tried hard to speak, he woke up in an instant.
Nick worriedly looked at Mark who suddenly got up with beads of sweat all over his forehead. He
looked anxious and flurried.
"Mr. Mark, are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"
Mark stared blankly at somewhere and said, "I dreamed of Jessie asking me for help. She asked me to
save her and take her home."
"Save her?" Nick repeated. Nick was amazed. Was this magic? Didn't it only exist in fairytale? Did Mrs.
Jessie get any special skills?
"Mr. Mark, it must be your subconscious. You have been worrying about Mrs. Jessie recently, and you
haven't rested for a few days. It's inevitable for you to have such a dream." It was quite normal for
people to dream about what they always thought of in reality.
Mark shook his head. He didn't believe that was just subconscious. He believed that Jessie must have
a very hard time there. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel her calling for help. It was like telepathy.
He pushed back the blanket on his body, suddenly stood up, and said with a cold face, "Let's go to see
the shapes of those flowers. I think there must be some important clues in it." He wanted to get Jessie
back as soon as possible. He didn't want to hear those miserable and pitiful cries again. He wanted her
back!
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