Trap me in your love novel Chapter 184

Jessie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said slowly, "I know you are good to me, but we really can't be together. For so many years, I wouldn't say how well Mark treated me, but he was the best to me. Although we often quarrel and distrust each other, those things can't change his position in my heart. Lawrence, you are a good man. I believe you will be a good husband. If you have turned up earlier than Mark, I will fall in love with you."

Unfortunately, we met each other at the wrong time.

Not knowing how to face him, Jessie turned around and went upstairs.

If they still stood like this, it would only make both of them more embarrassed.

However, Lawrence still stood rooted to the spot with a blank face.

Did he make love with Nita?

Why didn't he remember at all?

He didn't like her at all. How could he do that?

Since entering that room, Jessie had not stepped out of it at all. Lawrence wanted to ask Jessie to go downstairs for dinner. But when he just walked to the door, and was about to knock, no matter how hard he tried, he could not.

She had made herself clear to him. Was he still going to be so shameless to care about her?

Although Lawrence didn't care, he didn't want to give too much pressure to Jessie. What he could do was to force himself to stay away from her for a few days, so that she could calm down.

"Butler, is Grandpa back?"

"He's back. Mr. Ken is in the terrace."

Jessie answered okay and walked towards the terrace on the second floor.

"Grandpa, why don't you go to bed?"

Seeing Jessie coming, Ken answered. He took up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Jessie. He said, "I'm getting old, so I'm not so sleepy. Why didn't you sleep?"

"I can't fall asleep."

"Now that you can't fall asleep, you can talk to me."

Hearing that, Jessie nodded and sipped the cup of tea in front of her.

How bitter!

"Grandpa, what kind of tea is it? It's so bitter." Jessie loved to eat desserts since childhood, and she never ate bitter food, even bitter melons. She felt that life was already tough enough, so she didn't want to experience more bitter things.

It would be better to have some sweet food to soothe the bitter in the heart, and make the suffering life better.

With a faint smile on his face, Ken explained, "This is bitter tea. The bitterer it is, the better. You little kids know nothing but beverage. It's said that the traditional Chinese culture has been forgotten by people."