Accidental love II

Chapter 26 The Memory He Never Wants to Recall

Janice's face remained calm, but her uneasy heart beat faster and faster, as if everything around her

was going to swallow her.

The Clinton family was so weird. She was so unlucky that she married Marcus!

Outside the ancestral hall.

The night sky was like the blue curtain, which was dotted with sparkling stars, making people feel

deeply intoxicated.

At this moment, Janice, who was full of thoughts, had no time to appreciate the intoxicating night.

Freya's words gave her a big blow. She walked out of the ancestral hall in a daze, and almost tripped

over the steps outside.

"Mrs. Clinton, be careful!" Nora helped her in time.

"Thank you." Janice responded softly.

She lowered her head and stepped slowly down the steps. Then a cold and familiar face suddenly

appeared in her eyes.

"Janice!" A faint smile overflowed in the man's warm voice.

She didn't expect that Marcus would wait for herself at the door. She felt a little warm.

Under the gloomy street lamps, his firm and straight facial features looked particularly handsome.

Under a pair of sharp eyebrows, his deep eyes were like stars under the night sky.

She had to admit that Marcus was a rare handsome man in the world. But it was pity...

Janice sighed slightly inwardly and asked, "Why are you here?"

Marcus smiled, and he replied, "Of course I’m here to pick Mrs. Clinton back."

Janice felt soft, smiled without speaking, walked behind his wheelchair and pushed him back.

"Janice, do you feel better now?" Marcus asked softly.

"Um?"

"Didn't you feel sick in your stomach when you eat?"

Janice was stunned for a moment and then she couldn't help but smiled. She never had any

expectations for Marcus, but he would always give her care inadvertently.

This gentleness was really commendable.

"Much better. Thank you for your concern." She replied politely.

"That's good." Marcus paused for a few seconds, then asked in a deep voice, "Just now, did you meet

Auntie?"

"Um."

"What did she tell you?"

Marcus' dark eyes flashed. There was a dark light flashing across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Janice thought to herself that if she told to Marcus what Freya told her, he might be sad. The car

accident must be the memory he never wanted to recall, and it was also an unhealable wound in his

heart.

Besides, the relationship between the two of them had just eased up a bit. So it was best not to take

the initiative to make him angry.

"Auntie knew that there was a murder case in the villa. Just now, she kept comforting me. She told me

not to be afraid. If I was really scared, I could recite the sutras with her, so that ghosts would not come

to me." She deliberately spoke calmly to cover up the nervousness inwardly.

"That's not bad." Marcus said, "Auntie is a kind and gentle woman. You can talk to her more if you have

nothing to do. Others are usually very busy. You couldn’t see them often."

"Okay, I know."

After she said this, Marcus didn't say a word for a long time. Then Janice couldn't help but glanced

down at him, only to see his lips pursed tightly. His black eyes were like a deep ocean and

unfathomable depth. He frowned. No one knew what he was thinking.

At this time, she noticed that the blanket covering Marcus' legs began to slide down, so she stopped to

fix on the wheelchair, and then leaned over to pull up the blanket for him.

"Thank you!" The breath when he spoke made her cheeks itchy and her eyelashes trembled.

She cleared her throat and replied, "You are welcome."

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Janice raised her hand and touched her hot cheeks, blaming how she became so horny. Every time

when she bathed for Marcus, she felt so nervous, as if there was a butterfly in her mind wildly. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Fortunately, he couldn't see anything, otherwise, she would be so ashamed!

"Janice, aren't you going to take a bath?" Marcus said lightly.

"I'll go right away."

She had been lingering for a long time just now because she had to face the embarrassment of sharing

the same bed with Marcus. Lying on the same bed with the man without any emotional foundation, it

must be fake to say that she didn't mind it. She felt more or less awkward. Even if the other party was

Marcus who seemed to be impotent, she would feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

After a while, Janice walked out of the bathroom in semi-wet pajamas. She saw Marcus supporting the

edge of the bed with his hands. When she moved her eyes down, she saw his fair and slender fingers.

With a little effort on his arms, he propped up his whole person, and then climbed onto the bed

effortlessly.

What she saw in the bathroom suddenly popped in her mind. His strong upper body! His chest with

well-defined muscles and the powerful outline of his arms...

Janice felt her heartbeat fast, and then she looked away calmly.

After Marcus lay down on the bed, she lifted the quilt and lay in. She only turned her back to the man

beside her, and moved herself to the side of the bed, widening the distance between the two.