Trap me in your love novel Chapter 24

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Mark looked at Rachel and sighed. Then he walked towards the boxing ring.

"Rachel, stop it. Come down."

"No."

Seeing Mark, Rachel couldn't help but think of Jessie, and how they kissed just now. Then she got angrier.

"Come down! Don't let me say it again!"

Seeing Mark's face darken, everyone's heart couldn't help trembling. They looked at each other with panic.

Knowing that Mark was angry, Rachel took off her boxing gloves. When she was about to get off, one of his people ran over in a hurry and said, "Sir, Mrs. Jessie is leaving the manor."

"What? Damn!" Then he walked towards the gate of the manor without looking back.

Seeing Mark left, Rachel gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She didn't even notice that her nails pierced into her flesh.

Jessie, I won't let you go!

When Jessie was about to sneak out of the villa, she saw Mark coming angrily. He picked her up, walked into the villa, and threw her into the sofa.

"Hey, do you want to kill me! It's killing me! Watch your manner!" Touching her hurt buttock, Jessie complained constantly.

If she hadn't hurt her ankle, she would have run away. He would have no chance to catch her and tumble her!

Are you kidding!

"Manner? You can't even take care of yourself. Why should I do?"

"I did take good care of myself, okay?" she said. He knew nothing about it! She had taken medical credits in school in order to take good care of herself. As long as she got a doctor license, she could be registered for business directly.

Didn't take care of myself...

Did he really think that he knew her well?

Shit!

Mark looked at her with his sharp eyes, so that Jessie could not help but feel nervous. She asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

He squinted at her with a smile and said, "Why? Nothing. What do you think I can do in public? Or, what do you want me to do to you?"

"……"

Was he saying a tongue twister?

Jessie was confused. But she could feel a kind of danger in the air.

Her hand grasped the couch tightly and her eyes was fixed on Mark.

Suddenly, Mark ran to her and grabbed her sprained ankle. While he twisted it slightly, Jessie gave a painful scream.

Mark sat on the tea table and put her feet on his legs. He would try to twist it again if Jessie contradicted him.

He knew it was painful. As long as she felt it, that's what he wanted.

He wanted her to know what pain was!

Jessie felt so hurt that she didn't even have the energy to scold. She curled her lips and looked at her feet with tears in her eyes.

"How do you feel now? Does it hurt? Look at your feet. Is this the way you 'love' yourself? Do you want to try again? I don't mind serving you again."

"You're insane! Why don't you go to see a doctor! You knew my feet were injured, but you still treated me like that. Do you really want to see me die from pain? I thought you were a good man, but I didn't expect you to be so bad. Get out! No one can touch the feet of a good woman like me!"

Jessie drew back her foot heavily, "My God! It hurts!" As she accidentally put forth too much strength, her foot hit the tea table. Jessie felt a sharp pain, and even tears came out of her eyes.

"Admit it. You're stupid. I'm really curious how you've lived for more than 20 years. Show your feet to me."