Accidental love II

Chapter 63 Flash Marriage

Just relying on those rumors, those reporters believed that Marcus was the murderer and insisted on

asking such shit questions. How bad they were!

Janice was extremely angry, with an unstoppable anger flashing in her eyes. She shouted at one of the

reporters, "You actually ask a blind person such a question. Where are your professional ethics?"

The reporter didn't expect her to be so sharp-tongued. Then he was so shocked that he didn't even

refute her. The other reporters were also stunned on the spot, and they all closed their mouths without

saying a word.

At this moment, Janice was still so furious. She glared at the man and continued to question, "Which

media are you from? Believe it or not, I will immediately let you unemployed?!"

The reporter was completely shocked. He bent forward and kept saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was

wrong."

"Get out of here!" Janice gritted her teeth.

Marcus heard what Janice said.

He didn't expect at all that Janice would have such a tough side. She was actually willing to face the

reporters for him, and strived to maintain his dignity.

Thinking of this, Marcus smiled.

But this was only a short period of calm. Then, the reporters began to interview to Janice. They leaned

forward and asked loudly.

"Mrs. Clinton, do you know who the murderer is?"

"Mrs. Clinton, why did the murderer kill her?"

Janice was so annoyed by the reporters that she hurriedly stepped backwards, trying to distance

herself from them, but the reporters didn’t give up and kept crowding forward.

In the chaos, Janice didn't know who pushed her. Then she instantly lost her balance, and fell on the

hard concrete floor.

Her ass which was hurt by the fall in the morning was severely injured again. She couldn't help but

screamed "Ouch". She looked so painful.

Meanwhile, Marcus' big hand on the armrest of the wheelchair clenched. The knuckles of his fingers

began to pale due to excessive force.

Gavin, who had been standing behind the wheelchair, was agile. He quickly stepped forward to help

the woman who had fallen.

"Mrs. Clinton, are you okay?" He glanced at Marcus while speaking.

Marcus pulled a long face.

"I’m fine." She smiled forcefully, speaking very loudly, for fear that the man next to her might not hear

her.

Janice looked up at Marcus, only to see that his handsome face was a little distorted because of anger,

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Janice put her soft little hand on his forearm and pressed it down slightly, wanting to use this gesture to

convey to let him calm down as soon as possible.

However, Marcus' face had already changed drastically. The blood in his whole body seemed to be

surging into his face. Anger seemed to be like a flash of lightning about to tear apart a dark cloud. All

reason had been burned by anger.

"She is my wife. You can misunderstand me and throw mud on me, but who dares to bully my wife and

be disrespectful to her, don't blame me for being rude."

His voice went from low to high. Then he roared in the end.

The man in anger was like a lion roaring out of control. It seemed that he would pounce on the people

around him in the next second, tearing them to pieces with two rows of sharp teeth. There was no trace

of emotions on his face now. As if getting close to him, the person would be frozen into icicles.

The reporters were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound. They all lowered their heads

and dared not look directly at this man with strong aura.

Janice leaned close to his side. Her little hand was held in a big warm palm. The man’s long fingers

passed through her fingers. Looking at their fingers, Janice felt her mind blank.

She glanced at Marcus. His handsome face still had obvious anger. The harsh sunlight shined on his

face, reflecting the faint shadows. The outline of his face became more and more sharp.

At the same time, the cameras not far away did not stop working. They were broadcasting to the

audience the love scene of Marcus holding his wife by the hand and doing his best to protect her.

Just now, Vincent answered a phone call while driving, so he couldn't arrive at the Clinton’s with them

at the same time.

When he arrived in a hurry and saw the reporter at the gate, he immediately understood what was

going on. He pushed the crowd away and stood beside them, shouting, "This is a private house. If you

continue to make troubles here, I will definitely sue you for disturbing residents!"

He waved his hand not far away. The security guards at the gate hurried over and began to drive the

reporters away.

When the reporters saw this scene, they knew that they would not be able to get any valuable news, so

they scattered.

"Janice, let's go home." Although Marcus' voice was still calm, it was not as cold as before. His tone

was obviously gentle.

At this moment, all her senses were still focused on the hands between them two. The heat of the

man's palm spread to her skin, causing her palms to be sweaty, which made her feel a little

embarrassed. But she didn’t dare to take her hand back.

His words happened to give her a reasonable excuse. She quickly let go of his big hand, and walked

behind the wheelchair to push him home.