Accidental love II

Chapter 62 Flash Marriage

Why did God put all misfortune on one person?

It was miserable for him to become lame and blind! But he had been always framed as the murderer.

Why did God make his world so dark?

Janice felt so upset. However, she was afraid that Marcus would worry about her, so she forced back

the tears that were about to fall.

"Marcus, I have something to discuss with Vincent. Can you leave first?"

Marcus’ mouth drooped. He asked in a cold voice, "What can't you two discuss in front of me?"

Janice didn't know how to answer this question. But Vincent, who had been standing by her side

silently, said suddenly, "She said that she wanted to thank me. I brought her to the hospital and she

wanted to give me a gift in return. Just now when we were talking about it, you came in."

"Really?" Marcus sneered back, and said with a sullen face, "Then you guys talk."

After he left, Janice moved slowly to Vincent and said in a low voice, "I want to beg you for one thing."

"Okay. Remember to give me a gift after it's done." There were other meanings obviously in his words. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She didn't want to argue with him. Then she said with a serious expression on her face, "Do me a

checkup to see if my cornea matches Marcus’ or not."

Vincent raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "What are you doing this for?"

"Don't ask so much. Just do it." There was an irresistible tone in her voice. She added, "You must keep

it secret and not let anyone know."

"If I don't do it for you, what can you do to me?" He seemed very interested in teasing her today, and

tried to embarrass her several times.

Janice smirked, and asked instead, "Do you think I am a tight-lipped person?"

When Vincent saw her smug look, he felt bad. Wouldn't this little girl use that matter as a bargaining

chip again?

Janice looked at Vincent calmly, only to see him so hesitating. Finally, Vincent couldn’t hold back after a

long silence.

"Hey, can you not always use the same trick? Well, I promise you." Vincent felt so helpless.

"Since this trick works well, of course it should be used frequently." Janice covered her mouth and

snickered for a few seconds. Then she paused, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Vincent shook his head, and sighed, "You two are really a couple."

After the infusion, Janice and Marcus returned to the Clinton’s in the same car, while Vincent drove

behind them alone.

"How is it going by discussing with Vincent?" Marcus' face was tense, which made him looking a little

sharp.

"Huh?" His sudden question made her a little confused.

He pulled a long face, frowned, and asked her again, "Didn't you two have something to discuss just

now?"

"Yeah, he said that he had to think about it again. There is nothing he really wants at the moment."

Janice was a little guilty when she answered. After all, she was not good at lying. However, no matter

what, she couldn't let him know what she said to Vincent.

Marcus nodded lightly, and said meaningfully, "Yes, he doesn't lack money. He can buy whatever he

wants."

Janice was speechless. He would definitely see her through if she continued. Then she would be so

embarrassed again.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She said that the anti-inflammatory medicine had a sleeping effect, so she

wanted to lean on the seat in the car to have a rest, so as not to continue discussing this topic with him.

After Janice stopped talking, Marcus frowned. His dark eyes seemed to gather a black cloud.

When the car was only a dozen meters away from the Clinton’s, Janice saw crowds outside. A group of

people were constantly crowding forward. The reporter holding up the equipment wanted to take

pictures.

Janice suddenly had a bad feeling. Yesterday, there was ghost matter in the Clinton’s. Then the

reporter came here today. It was obvious that they had other intentions.

No matter what they were going to do, it would inevitably affect Marcus.

So now, it was best to leave here as soon as possible, and then came back after the reporters left.

Janice calmed down and asked, "Marcus, there is a group of reporters around the gate now. Should we

avoid them first?"

"No, just drive over." Marcus replied with a calm expression on his face.

Janice wanted to say something again to change his mind. But when she saw the calm expression on

his face, she gave up the idea.

The car stopped in front of the gate. The moment when they two showed up, the reporters who were at

the gate rushed up like going crazy.

"Mr. Clinton, it is said that a ghost came back to seek revenge from you. Is it true?"

"Mr. Clinton, did you kill anyone?"

"Mr. Clinton, have you seen the ghost?"

The reporters' questions were endless and sharper.

The man in the wheelchair looked indifferent. He pursed his lips, frowning. He seemed to disdain to

answer these questions.

Contrary to his calm attitude, Janice who stood next to him was already trembling with anger.

What shit questions were these reporters asking?