Accidental love II

Chapter 42 A Strong Sense of Security

The more Janice thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. Fortunately, she was not seen by

others when she went downstairs just now, otherwise she would feel so shamed to see others in the

future!

It was better to fall asleep before Marcus returned, so as not to let him bring up this topic again.

After sighing, Janice lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed. When she was about to turn off the light,

she suddenly remembered that she had not hidden the saber well.

If the masked man came to her again, she must teach him a lesson this time. She couldn’t spare him

lightly!

Janice quickly took out the folding saber from her bag and tried it as the clerk told her. After confirming

that it was oaky, she hid it under the pillow.

She paid attention to the movement around her, so she was in a state of high tension. Lying on the

bed, tossing and turning, she didn’t fall asleep for a long time.

However, apart from her heartbeat and breathing, there were no other noises in the room.

A faint light leaked from the crack in the bedroom door, proving that there was no one outside at this

time.

It seemed that there were really no strangers around. She gradually relaxed, and then she felt sleepy.

She covered her mouth and yawned before falling asleep.

When she was sleeping, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Hearing the movement at the door, Janice opened her eyes abruptly, feeling extremely nervous.

Was it that man come again?

She was startled in a cold sweat, and hurriedly took out the saber from under the pillow and held it

tightly in her hand.

"Don't touch me, or don't blame me for being rude!" She shouted, her lips trembling involuntarily.

Suddenly, a beam of warm yellow light flooded into her vision. She saw Marcus holding the switch of

the floor lamp in his hand. The dim light cast a haze on his handsome face.

"Janice, have you had a nightmare? Or something happened?"

Marcus' inquiring tone was extremely gentle. His slightly frowned eyebrows were filled with concerns

for her.

It turned out that Marcus was back.

Janice was really stressed out by the masked man!

When she was relieved, she hurriedly hid the saber under the pillow and replied softly, "I'm okay. I just

had a nightmare."

"Well." He replied softly, turning the wheelchair and gradually approaching her, tentatively asking,

"Janice, can you push me to take a bath?"

"Okay, wait a minute."

Janice immediately got out of bed and pushed him into the bathroom.

Now for her, the work of helping him take a bath had become a welfare. She could enjoy the free strip

show without hesitation every time.

Maybe Marcus was worried that she would sleep too late, so he shortened the bath time.

When the two returned to the bed, Marcus’ short black hair was still stained with water drops. His hair

was softly attached to his full forehead.

Janice opened her quilt, lay in and curled herself up into a ball. She was too scared to close her eyes.

After a few seconds, the mattress shook abruptly. She felt a warm body lay down.

"Good night." Marcus said softly to Janice.

The breath when he was speaking swept to her ears and neck. The feeling made her very shy. Her

heart couldn't help beating wildly.

She recalled that she had a nightmare last time, then Marcus hugged her from behind. They two stuck

together almost seamlessly.

Today, he wouldn't come to hug her, would he?

She was startled by this thought. Then she sighed inwardly. What was she expecting?

However, Marcus distanced himself from her after saying "goodnight". Then he got into the quilt on his

own, and turned his back against her.

Janice turned her head and glanced at Marcus. Her nose was instantly filled with his unique warm

breath. Her mind buzzed. Then she looked away.

The man's even breathing sound came to her ears. The speed of her heartbeat gradually slowed down.

It was strange that as long as she was by his side, she felt safe inexplicably and infinite warmth.

At this moment, a certain kind of emotion accumulated in her chest, as if about to burst out.

Why did the disabled Marcus give her a strong sense of security?

She had never felt this way when she was with Ryan before. What kind of magic did Marcus have?

Janice was troubled by this question. After thinking for a long time but she still didn’t find the answer,

she finally decided not to compete with herself. Soon, she fell asleep in peace of mind.

The next day.

Janice strode into the company, holding the printed leave form in her hand. She was going to spend

her honeymoon with Marcus soon, so she naturally had to formally ask for a wedding leave with the

company leader.

The atmosphere of the company was a bit weird. She could feel the scrutiny of the people around her.

Several colleagues huddled together and glanced at her seemingly inadvertent. When they saw her

looking at them, they immediately looked away and pretended that nothing happened.

She hadn't come to the company for several days, so she didn’t provoke them, did she? Janice

scratched her head, not knowing the reason.

As she walked into the office suspiciously, the quarrel between the two women caught her attention.

"Fiona, watch your language! You cheated on your fiancé and ruin other people's feelings. You don't

even self-examination yourself. Instead, you come here to slander others! Are you shameless?! I'm so

embarrassed for you." Chloe's sharp voice came to Janice’s ears.

Why were these two people quarreling?

Janice’s heart sank. She stepped forward, and quickly squeezed into the onlookers.