Trap me in your love

Chapter 227 Is She Jasmine Of Lawrence, Or Jessie Of Mark

"Yours? Lawrence, do you really think she will not remember everything as long as she loses her memory? " Raising his eyebrows, Mark asked in reply with a sneer.

Although Mark was not a master of love, and sometimes he didn't realize it. As long as he was determined, it was simply impossible to fight with him!

Lawrence glared at him, his warm eyes red with anger and fear. He clenched his fists, blue veins protruding and burning with anger.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "take care of Mongolia first. Even if she regains her memory, so what? Don't forget that he and I are really engaged. Besides, I have been taking care of her for the past three years. Even if she remembers you, so what? "

"Ha ha!" hearing that, Mark chuckled. Lawrence asked nervously, "what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your ignorance!" Mark stood up, walked towards Lawrence and stood face to face.

Although the two of them were about the same height, the emperor like aura of Mark directly suppressed Lawrence.

His tall body leaned forward slightly and whispered in Lawrence's ear, "If you didn't know that Jessie would definitely come back to me after she regained her memory, what are you afraid of? No matter she is Jessie or Jasmine, she is destined to be my woman. I advise you to quit as soon as possible, in case you lose miserably. "

After saying that, Mark walked out of the bar with a disdainful look on his face. Lawrence stood still in silence, clenching his fists so tightly that he didn't even feel the pain when his nails pierced into his flesh.

Mark...

Sitting in the corner of the bar counter, Jasmine quietly looked at what had just happened in the booth. She didn't know whether she should believe what she had seen and heard.

What did they mean by that?

Jasmine felt a splitting headache.

She called the bartender over and said, "give me the strongest wine."

"…" The bartender was stunned and said, "beauty, I don't think spirits are suitable for you. How about I make you a glass of cocktail?"

"Do you think I can't drink it?" Asked Jasmine unhappily.

"Uh... Of course not. It's just that spirits are more suitable for men, and beautiful women like you are more suitable for cocktails. Why don't you have a try first? If you don't like it, I'll get you some spirits. What do you think? "

Jasmine nodded and said, "Okay, I trust you this time."

Soon, the bartender handed the wine glass to her and said, "It's called Blue Enchantress. Judging from the color, it's very attractive. Have a try. I promise you will like it."

"Blue Enchantress?" Jasmine took the glass and looked at it. The bottom of the glass was dark blue, and it slowly turned light blue, and then transparent. She raised the glass, put it to her lips and drank it up in one gulp.

The bartender was impressed by her smooth movement.

The so-called Blue Enchantress not only had a blue color, but also had a mysterious charm. More importantly, its alcohol concentration was not lower than that of vodka. Jasmine drank it up without

trying. The bartender began to worry that he might have to call the guest room department to pick her up later.

"Ah ~ it tastes good. It's a light sweet taste, not like wine at all. But I have an advice for you. Can you stop putting rose petals here? I really hate it. "

"Of course." The bartender smiled politely. He had thought that Jasmine would stop drinking after drinking this glass of wine. But to his surprise, Jasmine didn't stop drinking until she drank three or four glasses in a row.

When she paid the bill, she threw her bag to him and staggered away.

The bartender looked at the room card in her bag and sent it directly to the room, but no matter how hard he rang the doorbell, no one opened the door.

When Lawrence came back, he saw a man standing at the door of the room furtively. Lawrence walked up to him and asked coldly, "who are you? What are you doing here? "

"Well, I... I'm here to send a bag. The guest left her bag in the bar. So I... "

"Handbag?" With a cold glance of Lawrence, the bartender immediately handed the bag to Lawrence. Seeing at a glance that it was something from Jasmine, Lawrence asked coldly, "where is she?"

"I... I don't know. She left after drinking. "

"Drink?" How could a woman go to a bar to drink! Lawrence's face darkened, and his cold eyes were even more frightening. Seeing that he had been holding the bag, the bartender thought that he might know the owner of the bag, so he was frightened and left, "please return the bag to her. Thank you." and then he ran away.

Lawrence took a look at the bartender and then at the bag in his hand. He frowned and turned to the elevator.

After leaving the bar, Jasmine walked out of the hotel alone and wandered on the street.

Her heart was in a mess, just like the pace under her feet.

The cold night wind blew her long hair, but it couldn't blow away her worries.

Who the hell was she?

Was she Jasmine of Lawrence or Jessie of Mark?

Besides, why did she lose her memory?

And what about the gunfight three years ago which Lawrence said? Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Everything came like the roar of the sea, beating her unprepared and unable to take time.

Along the way, all Jasmine wanted to do was to think about the talk between Mark and Lawrence, but she didn't notice that danger was approaching behind her.

Bang~~~

The car screeched and Jasmine woke up from her trance. She stared blankly at the car less than a meter away from her and then realized that she had already stood in the middle of the road.

"You're courting death. Why don't you look at the car while walking?" The driver roared with dissatisfaction

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Jasmine immediately stepped back, covered her face with her hands, and squatted down on the roadside, feeling her heart beating wildly.

All of a sudden, she was pushed violently, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, miss. Are you okay?" A woman's voice came. As soon as Jasmine looked up, her blurred eyes immediately flashed with joy. She called, "Sharon?"

"Jasmine?" Sharon immediately helped her up and asked, "How are you? Did you hurt? I'm so sorry that I bumped into you just now. "

"Nothing."

Seeing that her hands were all scratched, Sharon said guiltily, "Your hands are all scratched. Let's go. I've bought some medicine bags for you. "

"No, it's not a big deal. I'm not that fragile. "

"You're not that fragile. If Mark knows that I hurt you, I won't be able to compensate you with ten hands." Then she took Jasmine's hand and walked towards the pharmacy not far away.

"Jasmine, aren't you happy? Why did you drink? " When Sharon approached her, she had smelled the medicine. Although the cocktail didn't have a strong alcohol smell, as a doctor, she was very sensitive to alcohol and medicine, and could smell any scent.

Jasmine looked down at her bandaged hand and nodded.

She said in a low voice, "I want to know the story between Jessie and Mark. Can you tell me?"