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.
moment when Marcus heard her
his body, and he didn’t look like he was tortured. Then she felt
they torture you and rough you
they suspect that you
in a row. Finally, she felt that she couldn’t breathe, then
should I answer first?" Marcus' tone of voice was extremely gentle. He always kept a smile on
asked too anxiously just now. She looked like a little girlfriend who questioned her boyfriend.
playfully, "Janice, not bad! You are
lips tightly and stopped making a
added a different kind
they had to let him go." Vincent smiled brightly, clearly just
when she saw Vincent
to comfort her, Charles and
never went to back mountain. This time, he must