Accidental love II

Chapter 89 The Police Came to Him Again

"OMG, you finally came out. I'm waiting here so long." Chloe said.

"Sorry."

Janice felt so sorry for Chloe. But she still smiled so happily.

"Janice, did you fall in love with Marcus? For him, you work so hard. When you were in love with Ryan,

you didn’t do so much for him." Chloe asked tentatively, staring deeply at Janice.

Fall in love with Marcus...

Janice repeated these words inwardly. Her heart beat so fast uncontrollably. She seemed to be caught

in the good memories of the past.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?!" Seeing that she was lost in thought, Chloe patted her on the

shoulder.

Janice blinked, concealing the emotions in her eyes, pretending to be calm, "I do not love him, but

respect and sympathy."

"Really?" Chloe asked, staring at Janice.

Being stared at by Chloe like this, Janice was a little guilty. Her eyes flickered, then she calmed, and

continued, "Marcus is so nice, but he is so pity. I want to help him stand up as soon as possible. I hope

he can see the world again. "

In fact, her idea was very simple. Since she married into the Clinton family, Marcus had done his best

to provide her with a comfortable life. He often bought a lot of gifts to please her, and would protect her

no matter what happened. She should do something for Marcus. Besides, they were originally a

couple. Shouldn't it be right to take care of him?

"... and then? Do you want to be a loving couple with him for a lifetime?" Chloe asked seriously.

Her idea was exposed by Chloe. She was blushed, looking so shy.

"No." Janice shook her head vigorously, denying it extremely firmly, "I want people who look down on

him to look at him with admiration, because those people are not very good guys."

Sometimes, lying could reduce a certain degree of embarrassment. However, when the other party was

someone who knew you very well, this trick didn’t work.

At the moment when Janice lowered her eyes with shame, all the changes on her face were caught by

Chloe

"Well, just lying." Chloe smiled slyly, as if there were other meanings in her words.

Janice looked away to avoided Chloe’s gaze. She was blushed.

Chloe was right. In order to cure Marcus, she really did her best. Was this kind of gratuitous and

regretless dedication the love?

Janice covered her chest with her hands, trying to calm herself down.

However, when she thought of Marcus, his handsome face popped into her mind. She would think of

his sturdy upper body, the strong muscles on the shoulders and arms, and his smile…

Why could Marcus easily make her blushed?

She didn't know how to express her thoughts to Chloe. She opened her mouth, but finally she still didn't

say a word.

In the office of the Clinton Group.

Holding a few photos in his hand, Gavin stood respectfully in front of Marcus.

"Mr. Clinton, let me report to you Mrs. Clinton’s itinerary today."

"Go ahead." Marcus said concisely.

"Mr. Clinton went shopping with Chloe in the morning, and then went to a massage clinic."

Hearing that, Marcus was silent for a while. His face was already sharp. When he didn’t speak, he had

an aura of prestige.

"What was she going to do in the clinic? Is there something wrong with her?" Marcus' face sank. The

corners of his mouth drooped instantly. He frowned.

She didn't tell him that she was sick. Did she treat him as her husband?

"Don't worry. Mrs. Clinton is fine." Seeing his serious face, Gavin hurriedly added.

Marcus let out an "um". Then he didn’t look so gloomy.

"The person who secretly protected Mrs. Clinton took a few photos, all of which were shots of her

bowing her head to Dr. William."

"What?!" He asked. Although the volume was not very high, it sounded domineering.

How could his woman be asked to do things by others so casually?

He couldn't bear to let her suffer, so what right did outsiders have to ask her to do things?

Gavin was stunned by Marcus’ natural awe-inspiring aura. He swallowed, and hurriedly explained,

"She is learning massage from Dr. William. She seems to plan to massage your legs every day. Mr.

Clinton, Mrs. Clinton is really attentive to you."

The man in the wheelchair didn’t say a word. But he already smiled so brightly.

Suddenly, an abrupt cell phone ringtone rang in the silence.

Seeing the caller's number, Gavin was stunned for a moment. Then he said to Marcus, "Mr. Clinton, it's This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

from the police station."

"Answer it." He said directly.

Gavin chatted with the other party for a few words and then reported to Marcus after hanging up the

phone, "The police said that they found a wheelchair thrown in a ravine three kilometers away from the

place where Ada was killed."

"What else did they find?"