Trap me in your love novel Chapter 82

"..." Jessie tried hard to push him away, wanting to get rid of all this. However, he put more strength to the back of her head instead.

After the liquid medicine was infused into her throat, Mark stopped kissing. Because her medicine was infused into her throat forcefully, Jessie was too drunk to swallow. She kept coughing and her face turned red immediately.

Jessie raised her head and looked at Mark with innocent eyes. He asked, "do you need to take more medicine?"

It was a clear threat.

If she said no, would he feed her all in this way!

"…… I will take it. " Taking the bowl, Jessie drank it with a frown and a look of death on her face.

Seeing her taking the medicine obediently, Mark smiled in relief. He reached out his hand and touched her head dotingly, and said, "good girl, I like it."

Hearing that, Jessie pouted and pushed his hand away, squeezing a smile that was even uglier than crying, and said, "thank you."

Did he treat her like a cat or a dog?

'I don't need your love!

Seeing that Jessie was not as gloomy as before, Mark felt better.

When it was not early, Mark asked her to go to bed early. Jessie lay down, and he carefully tucked her in the quilt. He adjusted the air-conditioning to the most appropriate temperature, and said softly, "go to sleep quickly. You have to take good care of yourself. Look at you, you are thin, and it doesn't feel good."

Hearing that, Jessie blushed and glared at him. Seeing that he had no intention to go to sleep, she asked, "are you going out?"

Mark walked up to her, bent down and kissed her on the forehead, and said, "There are still some papers that haven't been read through. I'll go to the study to finish my work. I'll be with you later. "

"But I can't fall asleep." Although Jessie got used to sleep alone, she didn't feel safe because she thought that she would not see Mark for a long time as long as he was gone.

When she saw Mark raising his eyebrows to look at her, she blushed and immediately explained, "I just want to find someone to talk with me."

Since they moved in, he had been busy with his work. He even had little time to meet her, let alone chat with her.

But every time they met, they would look at each other coldly except for quarreling.

The scene of her life in the manor before caught her mind many times. When she met Mark for the first time, she was really happy.

At least, he had been poker faced then, but he had been very gentle to her. Now, he was on a par with what he used to be, but she felt that they slowly built a invisible wall and separated them from each other.

After a pause, he said, "I'll be here with you. I'll go to work after you fall asleep." Then he walked to the other side of the bed, opened the quilt and held Jessie in her arms. He moved so naturally as if he had done it for countless times.

A stream of warm air rushed into Jessie's heart.

Her nose twitched and she buried her head deeply into that thick and thick chest.

There was a moment of hope in Jessie's heart. If only she could live like this!