Accidental love II novel Chapter 79

"Let's go back." Marcus said suddenly with his low voice.

After the three of them returned to the study, Janice thought for a while and said, "Gavin, thank you so much today. You can go back first."

Gavin responded, "Well, Mrs. Clinton."

After Gavin left the study, Janice walked to the door and looked around, then closed the door tightly, bending down and squatting in front of his wheelchair.

"Marcus, do you want to find out the truth about those things before? It's you who killed them unconsciously or you were framed by someone?"

Janice looked unusually solemn. It seemed that every word had been well thought out. It seemed that she had struggled for a long tom to ask him this question.

Marcus pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Of course I want."

"If your legs and eyes are healed, will it help to find out the truth sooner?"

After speaking, she felt a little tangled and frowned more tightly.

"Yes." He answered without any hesitation. His voice sounded so charming.

This affirmative answer was a mixed blessing for her. Janice felt heavy.

She looked at his dim eyes, imagining what the world he saw with her eyes would be like.

"Marcus, if someone is willing to donate the cornea, you must accept it."

When she said this, she felt so sad.

"Okay." Marcus answered concisely. His low and sexy voice was full of the masculine taste of a gentleman.

"As for your legs, I will massage for you every day so that you can stand up soon." Janice deliberately said calmly, but tears gradually filled into her eyes.

Marcus felt so warm. He asked with a smile.

"Janice, why are you so good to me?" His tone was gentle to the extreme, "I said, you can leave whenever you find true love."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt heartbroken. His hands on the armrest of the wheelchair tightened involuntarily.

"I will ask you one last question."

Janice tried her best to restrain the tears. Her eyes widened, as if it could force her tears back.

Marcus frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What"

"If you find your true love, will you divorce me?"

When she said the word "divorce", she felt so sad. She bit her lower lip hard, as if the pain could make her ignore the sadness.

At the same time, Marcus also felt sad. Every word she said seemed to be stimulating his nerves. The indescribable sadness deeply enveloped him.

Why did Janice ask such a question?

Could it be that she still didn't have confidence in him yet?

"No!" Marcus denied it very resolutely. After pausing for a few seconds, he said firmly, "In my dictionary, as long as I signed the contract, I won’t breach it! Since I married you, no matter what happens, as long as you don’t leave me, I will never leave you."

His answer made her surprised and delighted. She only felt overjoyed. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and then beat crazily again.

Marcus wouldn’t leave her no matter what happened!

She repeated this sentence dozens of times silently. Unknowingly, she cried.

Over the past two decades, only Marcus had treated her as a woman to cherish and protect, and did his best to bring her happiness, giving her the care and love as a husband. He was more worthy of her cherishment than those healthy but malicious people.

She was afraid that Marcus would find that she was crying, so she covered her mouth tightly, took a few deep breaths, quietly wiped off the tears, and cleared her throat nonchalantly.

"Janice, are you uncomfortable?" Marcus noticed something was wrong with her and asked hurriedly with concern.

"I’m fine. I forgot to drink water, so my voice is a bit hoarse." Her light voice was mixed with strands of hoarseness.

In order to prevent him from worrying, she forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed. Then she asked him, "Then when you see me and find that I am ugly or not the type you like, will you dislike me?"

"I can answer you this question with actions."

"What?"

Before Janice could figure out the meaning of his words, she felt his cool lips.

For a moment, Janice was dumbfounded. She was blushed. The tingle made her feel at a loss.

The whole world seemed to be quiet. Only their breathing was left.