Accidental love II novel Chapter 61

Thinking of this, Janice was blushed and got rapid heartbeat uncontrollably. Even her ears were blushed.

Seeing her not answering for a long time, Vincent said provocatively, "You just fell in love with him, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Janice retorted with a blushing face, and explained in a panic, "He treats me very well. He’s not at all like the rumors…"

"You mean he has a violent temperament and kills people at every turn?"

"Yeah, I don't believe he did it!" There was a hint of certainty in her clear eyes.

Vincent sighed sadly. He didn't want to continue discussing this topic with her.

Janice frowned slightly. She looked down and stared at the blood handkerchief, which reminded her of the hideous face covered in blood when Ada's "ghost" appeared last night.

Her eyes sank. Then she asked earnestly, "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

Vincent snorted coldly, then sneered, "What's the point if I don't believe it? There are too many people at home believing it."

Yeah!

After marrying into the Clinton family, she once heard the servant whispering about haunting ghosts. Judging from Helena’s reaction just now, she was a superstitious person. Even Freya said that she should release those ghosts from suffering. It could be seen that there were many people in the Clinton family who believed that there were ghosts in the world.

Because of this, the matter that someone pretended to be the ghost and framed Marcus could be rumored by everyone. The more they spread it, the more others believed.

Janice felt sorry for Marcus. She bit her lips and lowered her eyelids. Her clenched fingers gradually a little hurt.

After the car drove to the hospital, they two went straight into the emergency room.

The doctor confirmed that it was only a skin trauma, which was not serious enough to cause a concussion, and then helped her deal with the wound quickly.

"In order to prevent infection, go for an infusion first. These medicines can quickly reduce inflammation." The doctor handed her the diagnosis sheet and told her patiently.

Vincent took Janice to the infusion room. The nurse skillfully found the vein in her hand, and then stuck the needle into her blood vessel.

Janice grunted with pain, frowning tightly. She bit her lower lip so hard that it turned pale.

"Now, you know that it hurts! Why did you save him so desperately just now?" Vincent teased her without mercy, "Wanna be a hero?"

Janice didn't even bother to look at him. She looked up in the direction of the door of the ward, expecting Marcus to show up quickly.

In the next second, she saw a man coming to her. Under the warm yellow light of the room, his resolute silhouette became more and more gorgeous. Looking at him, Janice felt a sense of security.

"Janice, is it serious?" Marcus' voice was low. There was a trace of dissatisfaction still remaining between his eyebrows.

"I’m fine. It's just a little bit of skin trauma. After the infusion is up, I will be fine."

When Janice said these, she looked at him from head to toe. After confirming that there was no obvious trauma on his body, she sighed of relief.

Vincent looked at the two of them playfully, smiled insignificantly, and quietly stepped aside, stopping talking.

"Janice, I don't think the air in this room is very good. You can’t walk around, right? Let me open the window for you. Just tell me where it is."

Marcus' sexy voice was cold and calm, full of the masculine feeling.

"You turn to the right ninety degrees, and walk about one meter forward, then you will be there."

Since she met Marcus, her sense of direction had been much stronger than before. Now, she could accurately point him the way.

Marcus’ wheelchair was specially made from abroad. It used omnidirectional radar sensor equipment. Once it approached an obstacle, it would automatically stop. So she didn’t have to worry that he would get injured.

Because of this, Janice didn't reject Marcus' kindness. She didn't want him to feel himself like a useless person subconsciously.

Suddenly, the sound of objects colliding came from the wall.

Marcus' leg hit the wall. Then he bounced back.

Hearing this sound, Janice was stunned and her smile faded, as if the person who hit the wall was herself.

She walked to his side with the infusion support, and asked with concern, "Did it hurt?"

"No, I can’t feel my legs."

He frowned slightly, and gradually tightened his hands on the armrests until the bulging veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

"Let me check."

Janice squatted down, rolled up his trouser legs, and saw a bruise on his knee.

"It doesn’t hurt? Your leg is swollen!" Although it seemed that Janice was complaining him, there was unconcealed distress for him in her tone.

"Janice, I really don't feel my legs. Otherwise, I won't be in a wheelchair." Marcus smiled and said calmly.

Unfortunately, what he said didn’t comfort Janice. Her eyes were already full of tears inadvertently.