Trap me in your love novel Chapter 211

The party was full of people. Jasmine had never attended any parties, so she was not used to such a crowded place.

Noticing her discomfort, Sharon asked softly, "what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"Uh... No, thanks. I just can't get used to the place with so many people. "

"…… How could it be possible? You look active."

Jasmine smiled awkwardly, "I don't like places with too many people, and I hate to be with people I don't know."

"Then we..." Weren't they strangers to her? "Well, relax. Just take it as a party. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the garden outside to breathe some fresh air."

Jasmine nodded gratefully.

In fact, Jasmine didn't know what was wrong with her today. Normally, she wouldn't take part in the party, nor would she be willing to talk to strangers so much. But today, she told them so much, and even showed her true thoughts and emotions.

She was not afraid of these people in front of her at all. Instead, she had a very familiar feeling.

It was like... They had known each other for many years.

At the beginning of the banquet, Jasmine wanted to sit next to Sharon, but she was pulled over by Mark.

"Why did you ask me to sit here?" Jasmine was a little unhappy. She didn't like the man in front of her. She didn't like the domineering aura of him, and the arrogance in his eyes.

"Do you want to be the third wheel?" Although his tone was flat, there was a hint of disgust in it.

Jasmine replied in a low voice. Although she was not convinced, she didn't say anything more.

She looked at John and Sharon. She was not blind. Women were more sensitive than men. How could she not see the relationship between them? But now it was a banquet. Even if she didn't take that seat, others would sit there. Why couldn't she do that.

For the whole night, Jasmine didn't say a word to Mark. Instead, Mark had been picking up food for her the whole night, taking good care of her, as if she was his woman.

Jasmine was quite depressed, especially when she saw others looking at her strangely.

"Well, don't get me any food."

"You are too thin. Eat more."

"……" Jasmine was speechless. She was thin? Did it have anything to do with him? It was so strange.

"Mr. Lan, we are just strangers. You don't have to take care of me so carefully. Besides, I'm twenty-four years old. I have the ability to take care of myself. "

It was not until Mark heard what Jasmine had said that he realized he was behaving inappropriately when he saw the dishes piled up in front of her.

Mark was absent-minded for a while and said apologetically, "sorry, I..."

The hall was bustling with noise and excitement, but Jasmine didn't feel happy at all. What's more, she felt even more depressed and flustered because of the impoliteness of Mark.

She stood up, picked up her bag and walked out.

'What's wrong with you, Jasmine?

Why do you lose your temper with a stranger?

Is it necessary?'

Jasmine shook her stuffy head hard and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Mark turned his head to look out of the window at Jasmine, who was standing in the garden. The sea blue dress made her skin as white and delicate as a baby's. Her long black hair fell naturally like a waterfall. She was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, which were not very high. Standing in the moonlight, she was quiet and elegant, intoxicating.