Accidental love II

Chapter 98 Did She Like Him?

Janice leaned forward and approached him. She looked him up and down, and then touched him for a

long time to make sure that he was not injured. After that, she felt relieved.

"I'm fine!" His deep voice had some affection, "But if you continue to touch me like this, I’m not sure

whether I’m fine."

She didn't understand the hidden meaning of his words, then she asked dumbly, "Why?"

The smile between Marcus' eyebrows deepened. He wrapped her little hand again. His tone was

pampering, "Little fool! You don't ask about yourself, but just care about me."

Hearing what he said, Janice realized that she was a little dizzy, but her mind was clear. She moved

her limbs and didn’t feel any pain, indicating that her injury was not serious.

She squinted slightly and then smiled, "Marcus, I am healthy. I should protect you."

Hearing her words, Marcus stiffened. The smile on his face disappeared. His originally soft face

instantly condensed.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" His voice was low.

Seeing his face turned cold, Janice suddenly noticed that she said something wrong.

Before the car accident, how brilliant Marcus was! He always stood at the top of the pyramid and

looked down at the crowd proudly. For him now, sympathy was an insult.

"No! No! No! Not sympathy! I..." Janice denied it hastily, speaking incoherently. Her long eyelashes

were trembling.

Marcus smirked, and asked her, "Do you like me?"

This question stumped her.

In fact, she also wanted to know the answer.

Why would she defend him and always protect him when he was in danger?

Chloe once said that she was too caring about Marcus. It was not like that when she was with Ryan

before.

Did she really like him?

No, definitely not.

She was forced to marry Marcus. They had no feelings to each other.

It was probably because they were just a couple now. She only regarded him as her husband and felt

responsible for doing so, so she had always maintained and protected him. This was originally her From NôvelDrama.Org.

obligation as a wife.

After the analysis, she pursed her lips tightly and nodded vigorously, as if to cheer herself up, and as if

to persuade herself.

Marcus didn’t continue to question. He frowned, and his powerful aura could not be concealed at all.

In a five-star hotel.

A mysterious man in shirt and trousers sat in the corner of the room. The dim light shrouded his body in

the shadows. If others didn't approach, they could only see his upright body shape.

His face was cold. He pursed his lips tightly. His black and deep eyes exuded sharp lights.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps from far to near. The man in black hurriedly walked in front of

him, bowing his head in fear and reporting, "Sir, we failed."

"Idiot!" The man screamed. He looked so manic. There was a dim light flashing in his black eyes.

After planning for a long time, the whole thing had been arranged seamlessly. But they still failed.

These people were just such idiots. Just throw them into the sea to feed the fish!

This harsh shout made the man's face pale with fear. He said tremblingly, "Although we didn't kill

Marcus, his wife got injured."

The man in black thought that it could calm the man down, but he didn't expect to anger the man in

front of him even more.

The man clenched his fists. A hatred look burst into his eyes. He let out a low growl, "Kill Marcus within

a month. Otherwise, don't come to see me!"

"Yes!" The man in black was so scared and ran away out of the room.

According to the man’s consistent style, if he couldn't kill Marcus again, he wouldn't even have his body

after he died.

"Humph." The man snorted coldly.

He had a sullen face. His eyes were determined. A cold smile appeared on his face.

‘Marcus, you are already lame and blind. I don't believe that you’re always so lucky. I will definitely kill

you no matter what.’

‘God will not only favor you. He will definitely send you where you should be. It's just that that place is

not heaven, but hell. You will be tortured in hell and will never stand up.’

The man grinned gloomily, showing a row of white teeth and exuding a dangerous aura.

In the ward.

The nurse delivered the meal to Janice and told her to take the medicine half an hour after the meal.

Janice thanked the nurse softly, and politely asked the nurse to send another meal.

The meals for patients living in VIP wards were much better than those in ordinary wards. They were all

prepared by a nutritionist. The dishes, staple food, and soup were all available, which coincided with

Marcus' eating habits.