Accidental love II novel Chapter 78

When the car was about to reach the gate of the Clinton’s, Vincent looked out of the car window and saw the petite figure standing in front of the gate at a glance.

Janice wore an elegant dress, which outlined her small waist and slender legs. Her fair face was so gorgeous. Her black ponytail fell on the collarbone. The sharp contrast made her skin look fairer.

She craned her neck to look outside, frowning. She bit her lower lip tightly and kept rubbing the corners of her clothes. Her delicate face was filled with unconcealable anxiety.

Then she spotted the car at the first moment. Her eyes lit up. Then she run to the car.

"Marcus, I didn't expect Janice to be agile. When she saw your car, she ran like an Olympic champion." Vincent said half-jokingly.

Marcus smiled more brightly. He raised his chin slightly, and replied proudly, "Of course, she’s my wife."

The car door was opened slowly.

A cold and familiar face slowly came into Janice's view. She felt that the lonely feeling of emptiness was immediately filled.

"Marcus." She called his name softly.

"Janice, have you waited for a long time?" A gentle and warm voice came into her ears.

At the moment when Marcus heard her voice, he felt so happy.

Janice stared at Marcus unblinkingly, confirming that there was no obvious trauma on his body, and he didn’t look like he was tortured. Then she felt at ease and relieved.

"Marcus, did the police embarrass you?"

"Did they torture you and rough you up?"

"Why do they suspect that you are the murderer?"

"Will they take you away for interrogation again?"

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Janice asked a lot of questions in a row. Finally, she felt that she couldn’t breathe, then she stopped asking and took a big breath.

"Janice, which one should I answer first?" Marcus' tone of voice was extremely gentle. He always kept a smile on his face.

Only then did Janice realize that she had asked too anxiously just now. She looked like a little girlfriend who questioned her boyfriend. She lowered her head embarrassedly, blushing.

Vincent laughed out loud, and said playfully, "Janice, not bad! You are a good wife."

Janice rolled her eyes at Vincent. Then she pursed her lips tightly and stopped making a sound. Her gaze fell on Marcus again.

Marcus looked composure, which added a different kind of heroism to his delicate face.

"Don't worry, the police were rendered speechless by your husband’s questions, so they had to let him go." Vincent smiled brightly, clearly just wanting to tease Janice.

After hearing it, Janice wanted to say "You are great" to Marcus. But when she saw Vincent looking at her, she didn’t say it out in the end.

Just when Marcus wanted to comfort her, Charles and Helena came out and walked straight to them.

Seeing his son's safe return, Charles sighed with relief and said solemnly, "Marcus never went to back mountain. This time, he must have been framed by others."

Hearing this, Marcus' smile faded a little. His face gradually became gloomy. He frowned with dissatisfaction and anger on his face.

Helena stood beside Charles without saying a word, looking at her son in the wheelchair with a complex expression on her face. She felt annoyance and remorse intertwined.

Janice saw the change on Helena’s face. She walked to Helena who was in confusion. Then she gently pulled her arm, as if it was a touch of comfort.

"Mom, Ada didn't die before. She pretended to be the ghost and framed Marcus. She just wanted to set up Marcus." Janice’s eyes were so warm, and her tone of voice was gentle and slow. "Don't hate and hit Marcus anymore, okay?"

Helena curled her lips, frowned slightly, and didn’t comment on what Janice said.

"Maybe the rumors that he killed people are all fake. Mom, he has never killed anyone. Please believe in Marcus." Janice’s clear eyes had a hint of determination.

Helena squinted at Marcus. Seeing his sullen face, she suddenly remembered that when she accidentally punched Janice that day, Marcus looked so fierce that he was trying to fight her. Then her face sank. She didn't want to admit that she was wrong.

She sneered and said provocatively, "When you guys find out the murderer, it’s not too late for me to believe it."

"You!" Charles sighed, frowned and shook his head. Then he turned and left.

Marcus didn't want to talk with Helena at all. His handsome face darkened and he was silent for a while.

Seeing his reaction, Helena snorted softly, shook off Janice's arm, and then left angrily. Vincent also made up a reason and left.