Accidental love II novel Chapter 41

At this time, why would Marcus sit by the bed? Generally, at this time, wasn't he still in the study?

Realizing that she didn’t wear anything, Janice felt her heartbeat speeded up suddenly. Then she hurriedly used her arms to block in front of her chest.

In the next second, she realized that there was something more depressing.

Her pajamas were placed on the edge of the bed next to Marcus. So she had to change clothes in front of him!

However, if she didn't quickly put on her pajamas, she had to walk around in the bedroom naked, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?

Then she made a decision. She tiptoed to walk forward, but she accidentally kicked the low cabinet by the door, causing her to scream "hiss" with pain.

Marcus noticed the movement around him, quickly took off his headphones, and asked in a deep voice, "Janice, what's the matter?"

Janice rubbed her sore calf and pretended to be calm. Then she said, "I’m okay. You can continue to listen to the music."

He said "well", but he frowned. His eyes were still looking straight ahead.

Only then did Janice realize that he couldn’t see anything.

Her tension eased a little. She boldly walked to Marcus and waved her hand in front of him.

The man's eyes were like an invisible pool, and his dark eyes didn't even turn.

Sure enough, he didn't have reactions to everything in front of him.

Very good!

Janice felt relieved, picked up her pajamas from the bed, and put them on her swiftly, not caring about Marcus next to her.

When she was putting on her clothes, her delicate fragrance burst into Marcus’ nose.

Marcus gasped. He swallowed. His hands which were on the armrest of the wheelchair clenched slowly. The protruding veins spread from the back of his hand to the forearm, and his breathing became rapid.

Janice didn't notice his weirdness. After putting on her pajamas completely, she picked up the rubber band and combed the long black hair into a ponytail, exposing her fair and slender neck.

"Marcus, do you want to take a bath?" she asked gently.

"Not now. Push me to the study." His voice was as deep and hoarse as sandpaper rubbed across the desk.

Janice felt that there was something wrong with his voice, so she guessed if he was ill. Then she asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?"

Marcus swallowed, and said in a sure tone, "I'm fine. I'm just a little thirsty."

"Well, I will push you to the study first, and then go to make you a cup of tea downstairs."

"Thank you." Marcus smiled and replied softly.