Trap me in your love

Chapter 20 A Coward and a Puppet! You were Really Good Brothers!

"I didn't expect that you are having a jolly time here at night."

Seeing Mark, both Jessie and Leslie were stunned. They didn't expect him coming at all.

Mark rolled his wheelchair toward them and took off his mask. The burnt half of his face looked even more horrifying in the dark.

"Leslie, didn't you come here to bring me some files? Why are you here?" NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

A light flashed across Leslie's eyes. He tensed up immediately. Files? It seemed that he had lost the files.

But he had no idea where he had lost them.

Nelson had told him again and again not to lose those files, and keep them secured. However, he lost them like this.

Leslie answered with a guilty look. He didn't want to have an eye contact with Mark.

Suddenly, a brainwave came to him. He caught hold of Jessie's hand and slapped her on her face. He yelled at her: "You bitch! You are such a slut! You have already got married to Mark! How could you seduce me! If it were not you, how could I have forgotten such an important thing? Bitch, I must give you a lesson today."

Jessie was beaten so hard that she staggered and fell on the ground. Now she only felt pain all over her body, face and hair. What's more, she was almost suffocated. She could only lie on the ground, breathing hard.

'Leslie, you bastard!

You had the guts to do it but had no guts to admit it!

You are such a coward!'

Jessie touched her neck and breathed heavily, while staring at Leslie with a hateful look.

Mark cast a glance at Jessie, who was lying on the ground. The straps of her pajamas slid down from her shoulders, revealing her entire elegant shoulders. Although he looked as calm as usual, there was a strong murderous look in his deep eyes.

Good, very good!

Suddenly, he ordered Jessie who was lying on the ground in a cold voice, "Get up, and apologize to Leslie!"

Jessie was speechless, 'What.....

Apologize? To him?'

Jessie widened her eyes in surprise, feeling angry and hateful.

'Leslie confused truth and falsehood. He had nothing to do with me. Mark, as my husband, are you insane? Now she was wronged and slapped. Why should she apologize!

She would rather die than apologizing to Leslie.

Never!'

Looking at Jessie stubbornly turning her head, Leslie waved his hand and said, "That won't be necessary. Mark, she's a disaster for you to keep such a woman by your side."

Mark cast a glance at Jessie. With a sneer on his lips, he said, "She's my wife anyway. I'll deal with that by myself. Don't worry about that, Leslie."

Then he ordered Jessie coldly, "Get out of here right now!"

Jessie glared at Leslie. She stood up, put her pajamas back in order, and went downstairs resentfully.

After a while, the door of the room was opened. Mark came back with two ice bags in his hands. He threw the bags to Jessie and said, "Take it. You are so ugly."

Looking at the ice bags in her hand, she recalled how Mark had talked to her just now. Touching her hot cheek, Jessie was furious.

She suddenly stood up and questioned, "Why did you ask me to apologize? Do you believe what he said that I seduced him?"

Mark lowered his eyes in silence.

He didn't see the whole story. When he went upstairs, Leslie was strangling Jessie's neck. Although he heard Leslie whispering to her, he could hear what he said on this quiet night.

His first instinct told him that Leslie was plotting something, but he still couldn't just believe something based on feeling.

What he saw was not necessarily true, let alone something he had never seen.

Jessie felt very angry.

"I know what you are thinking. You think I am not trustable. People in your family all think the same. Well, since my family didn't believe me either, how could I expect others to believe me? Leslie is your brother. You grew up together. It's normal for you to trust him. I am just a stranger to you..."

Jessie said in a sad and helpless tone. Jessie turned to look away, biting her lips hard, and bearing the bitterness in her heart.

When he saw the red mark on her neck and her face beaten out of shape, Mark couldn't help but clench his teeth.

"Don't mess with him again."

"What did you say?" Jessie could not believe what Mark just said.

Leslie has been fixing his eyes on her since the dining day of the two families. She dodged him wherever he was.

Now He told her not to mess with Leslie!

"Who on earth were you talking about, Mark? I don't think you can't see what Leslie has done. You actually think I have provoked him! Right?! …… It doesn't matter whether you care about me or not. We have nothing to do with each other, but do you know what they say about you! Leslie, your brother, he told me that you are a cripple, you are a loser. He also said that I was just a grass widow when I lived with you. The Lan family would belong to him sooner or later, and you..."

"You can go."

"What?"

Jessie was shocked by what Mark said, although she didn't love him.

"You can go to him. I won't stop you."

His tone was flat and alienated.

Jessie wanted to cry, but also wanted to laugh. When she saw the indifferent look on Mark's face, she felt suffocated as if her heart was under tons of pressure.

'What were you nervous for? He didn't care at all.

He didn't care about you, he didn't care about himself, he cared about nothing... Jessie, why bother to spend your time on him? Or did you have too much energy to spend?

You wanted to help, but he didn't need you.

Yes, stop showing your kindness to him!' Jessie talked to herself.

Jessie sneered and said, "Mark, don't say that. You just continue to be a puppet. I won't let him off easily!"

The door was opened and closed again. With his fists clenched, Mark stared at somewhere fiercely.

A cripple! A grass widow...

He had long wanted to get rid of Leslie, but it was not the right time.

The battle within the Lan family was not that easy to end. It seemed that he was fighting against Nelson, but in fact, he and Leslie were fighting each other.

Although Jessie meant nothing to him, Leslie bullied her like this, obviously Leslie was challenging him.

He won't let him go like this!

Biting his lips, Mark narrowed his eyes, giving out a murderous aura.

All of a sudden, the door was opened again. Nick came in and said, "Mr. Mark, Mrs. Jessie ran out. Shall we..."

"Why are you here?"

"…… You asked me to!"

Nick was confused. They were going to take some actions tonight. How could him ask why he came?!

Seeing that Mark didn't say a word, Nick said, "Mr. Mark, the weather forecast said there would be a typhoon and a thunderstorm today. Are we going to continue our actions tonight... Mr. Mark..."

Nick haven't finished talking, Mark suddenly got up from his wheelchair, opened the closet's hidden door and walked into the cellar through the tunnel.

Nick was confused. What was wrong with him today?

Who could tell him?!