It seemed that Mark had read her mind. He glanced at Derek and said in a low voice, "You seem to have talked a lot today. I know my own injury. You don't have to say anything."
Derek wanted to say something but stopped.
He took a look at Jasmine and said, "I'll leave first if there's nothing else." Then he picked up the medical kit and left the villa.
Jasmine slowly raised her eyes and said indifferently, "In fact, you don't have to do this. You got hurt because of me. You just woke up. And your wound was torn again. They said so because they worried about you. You shouldn't blame him."
"Why shouldn't I blame him? It's none of his business." Holding Jasmine's hands, Mark said gently, "I'm willing to hurt for you. You don't have to blame yourself or feel guilty. I will give you what I can give and do what I can do for you, you just need to accept it at ease. As my girl, you just need to be happy."
Jasmine didn't know how to respond to the whispers of love Mark said.
In front of him, she was like a child who knew nothing and simple as a piece of blank paper.
She couldn't imagine how she got along with him in the past.
On the one hand, she wanted to remember everything in the past, and she was curious about what had happened between them before. According to what Mark had said, they had been forced to get married before. She really wanted to know why did Mark compromise and marry her, and why he fell in love with her.
On the other hand, she was a little scared. She was afraid that the truth was different from what she had imagined. She was afraid that the happiness in her heart would be shattered by everything in the past.
Looking at Mark's eyes full of love, Jasmine made up an excuse and left.
It was too dangerous to be together with such a man, even though he didn't have any requirements. All his actions and words were to respect and protect her. However, all these things were done from her point of view, which made her feel more burdened.
She fled back to her room and lay straight on the bed. She looked at the ceiling quietly, but her mind was in a mess.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Jasmine covered herself with the quilt and went crazy.
She couldn't stay here or go back. What should she do?!
On the second day, Jasmine couldn't fall asleep all night, so she got up early. After making breakfast, she was ready to leave.
But when she was about to open the door, a low voice, as if holding back the anger, came from behind.
"It's so early. Where do you want to go?"
Jasmine felt suffocated and frowned. She slowly turned around and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. "No! No! I just want to go out for a walk. Yes, just for a walk."
"Walk?" Mark chuckled. He could tell whether she was lying or not at a glance. If she wanted to lie to him, she would have to practice for thousands of years. "Come and have breakfast with me. I will take you to meet someone."
To meet someone?
"Who?"
"You'll know when we get there." Mark walked towards her. He put his arm around her neck and walked towards the dining room.
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