Accidental love II

Chapter 36 Bloodshot Eyes

The pain like purgatory was still fresh in Janice’s mind, which meant that the matter in the villa last time

was also real.

The strange man wearing the silver mask had chased from the villa to the Clinton’s!

At this moment, the bedroom was warm, but Janice felt a bitter chill. Her pajamas were quickly soaked

in cold sweat.

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She ran to the study quickly with barefoot, trying to tell Marcus what had happened.

She pushed open the door of the study. Then she saw him lying on the folding sofa in the study with

the wireless headset still on his head.

He didn't even change his pajamas. He still wore the same clothes that he wore when he left the

bedroom yesterday. He should have fallen asleep while listening to the game.

Her gaze fell on his smooth and fair face. His deep features were so good. His thick and long

eyelashes were slightly upturned. The exquisite and tall bridge of the nose added a bit of heroism to

him.

For some reason, looking at his sleeping face, Janice gradually calmed down.

She didn't want to disturb him. So she was about to turn around and leave, only to hear the groan of

the person on the sofa. Marcus slowly opened his eyes, which were like an invisible well pool. They

were dark and deep. He stared ahead straightly without blinking.

Janice took a step forward. Before she could say "good morning" to him, she saw that his bloodshot

eyes. What frightened her was that the scarlet eyes were the same as that of the man wearing the

mask.

Janice was stunned for a few seconds, then picked up a book to cover half of his face, and then raised

the other hand to cover his forehead.

In an instant, the speed of Janice’s heartbeat suddenly increased. She almost dropped the book in her

hand on his face in fright.

She was shivering. For fear that she would call out in the next second, she hurriedly covered her mouth

with one hand, not even daring to make a sound.

Why did Marcus' eyes look exactly like that of the man wearing the silver mask?

Could it be that Marcus was the one who raped her these two nights?

It seemed that those rumors were not groundless. He did have unspeakable secrets!

Marcus already woke up. He heard movement in the room and hurriedly sat up with his arms

supporting his body. His cold face instantly tightened, then he asked harshly, "Who is there?"

"It's... it's me." Janice stammered in reply.

Hearing her voice, Marcus softened immediately, "Are you here to wake me up?"

"Yeah." Janice didn't dare to say one more word, lest that she exposed her true emotions.

"Well, it happens that I want to go to the bathroom." Marcus fumbled and sat back in the wheelchair.

Janice desperately suppressed the fear in her heart, cautiously walked behind him, pushed him to the

bathroom, and remained silent along the way.

After a long time, her pale little face finally became a little better. Then she went downstairs for

breakfast with Marcus.

"Janice, did you sleep well yesterday?" Shawn asked.

Janice had been thinking about what happened last night, so she had been in the thoughts since she

sat down. She didn't hear what Shawn said clearly. She just nodded in a daze.

Shawn snorted slightly, blaming his grandson, "Marcus, you have to care about Janice."

"Alas." Marcus sighed slightly, and said, "Maybe I didn't hold her last night, so she didn't sleep well."

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows slightly. A smirk appeared on his face.

The others glanced at Janice, who was still stunned, and smiled playfully.

"Good morning, everyone." Kyle said hoarsely as he walked towards the crowd leisurely.

He stretched himself as he walked, yawning. His mouth widened so open which was enough to put an

egg.

"Kyle, why did you just get up now? What did you do last night so that you were so tired?" Shawn said

to him, feeling a little unhappy.

Kyle took a seat directly opposite Janice, squinted his eyes and glanced around, then he said with a

smile on his face, "I've done a great matter!"

What he said shocked Janice. She couldn't help but raised her head. She happened to see Kyle's

eyes. Then she saw there were two dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't get

enough sleep last night.

She stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly reacted. These scarlet eyes seemed to be familiar.

In the next instant, a man wearing a silver mask immediately popped into her mind. His sharp eyes

were astonishingly the same as those of Kyle.

The chopsticks fell to the ground.

Janice’s face paled immediately. Some cold sweat overflowed from the tip of her nose. Her lips

trembled slightly, and her hands even trembled fiercely.

She finally figured it out!

The person wearing the silver mask was Kyle!

On the night of the murder case in the villa, she once saw "Marcus" appearing by the swimming pool

with his hands covered in blood. Later, she mistook Marcus as the murderer.

She didn't know at the time that even if the murderer's face resembled Marcus, it could not prove that

the perpetrator was him, not to mention that he had a reliable alibi.

She actually forgot Marcus and Kyle looked exactly the same.