Accidental love II
Chapter 82 The Nightmare

"Don't touch me!" Janice screamed in her dream, waving her arms unconsciously, which woke up the man beside her.

Marcus woke up. He reached his arm to her, and slightly pulled her to his side. Then she rolled into his embrace. "Janice, you had a nightmare! Wake up!" The man whispered in her ear, for fear that he might scare her.

When Janice was finally awakened by him, she realized that her pajamas had been wetted in cold sweat. She was shivering involuntarily. Marcus put his hand on her face, stroking it with pity. Then he wiped the sweat off her face with his thumb.

"What nightmare did you have?" His tone was extremely gentle.

She subconsciously covered her chest and couldn't calm down for a while. She said with a complicated look, "Do you really want to hear it?"

The hazy moonlight shone on Marcus' handsome face from outside the window, making it look so gentle.

"As long as you want to tell me, I'll listen." Marcus replied softly with a nice and soft tone.

Janice could feel his breath on her forehead when he was speaking. His good smell was surrounding her. She wanted to say something but she stopped.

Marcus didn't urge her, but quietly waited for her to speak. He stroked her fair face, picked up the hair sticking to her face, and put it behind her ears. His movements were extremely natural, but were full of petting.

Janice felt so touched. She took a deep breath, and summoned her courage to say, "Marcus, I had a bad dream. I dreamt that I was raped by a man wearing a silver mask."

After speaking, she stared at his stern face. Under his short hair, his tall bridge made his entire facial feature more shaper and handsome.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He asked softly, "Did you watch a TV series or a novel during the day?"

Janice sighed inwardly and looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

It was not because of what she watched that she had this kind of dream, but she had actually experienced this kind of thing in person.

But how could she tell Marcus the truth?

Janice smiled bitterly. She denied, "No."

"Janice, don't be scared. It's just a nightmare. Everyone says that dreams are the opposite. In reality, the person lying next to you is me. No one can bully you."

As he spoke, he patted her back, as if coaxing a baby. His movements were so gentle. It was a kind of thoughtfulness that could soothe her soul. She felt so safe.

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However, thinking of the man wearing the silver mask again, Janice still felt furious and scared.

If she couldn't tell the truth to Marcus, she could ask him what he thought about the matter in another way. Maybe she could prepare herself in advance. Even if the answer was not as she expected, it was better than knowing nothing.

Janice pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "If..."

"Huh?" Marcus asked.

Janice hesitated for a few seconds, and then said again, "I mean if I was really raped, would you despise me?"

When she was speaking, she felt like she had been stabbed with a knife in her heart. Every time she breathed, she felt hurt.

Marcus frowned, and pursed his lips, making his face look even more angular. However, before she could catch his subtle expression on his face, he turned gentle again.

His deep and gentle voice came to Janice's ears clearly in the silent night.

"Fool! With me, you won't get any hurt."

He gently stroked her long, black and soft hair.

Hearing this, Janice frowned more tightly. There seemed to be something blocking in her chest.

Why didn't Marcus answer her question directly?

It was the simplest question.

Maybe, he was afraid of telling the truth to make her sad?

It seemed that no man would like a wife who had been raped.

Janice felt a little sad and so depressed that she wanted to vent it out but she couldn't. She covered her chest with both hands, trying to calm herself down. After a while, she decided not to think about this problem again. Then she closed her eyes in depression, and was about to go to sleep again.

At this moment, Marcus pursed his lips more tightly. He was staring straight ahead. Deep in the black and dim eyes, there seemed to be turbulent waves hidden.

He slowly moved the hand down to her waist, and then exerted a little force to make her lean more towards him.

Perceiving his actions, Janice opened her eyes quickly. Her gaze fell on his arm. It was an arm full of strength, with muscle.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐