Accidental love II

Freya smiled and walked to the dining table. Then she lit the candles on the top of the cake. The servant immediately turned off the lights in the yard. Everyone's attention was focused on her. Freya closed her eyes, clasped her hands and muttered something in her mouth. She made three wishes in a voice that only she herself could hear.

"I hope my family can be in harmony and peace."

"I hope my father will live a long life."

"I hope Marcus and Janice will give birth to a child soon."

After she made the wishes, the guests sang the birthday song together. Janice clapped her hands happily and hummed with them.

The song ended.

"It's time to blow out the candles!" A clear voice sounded from the crowd.

Hearing it, Freya leaned forward and took a deep breath, preparing to blow out the candles in front of her.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in white flashed past Freya. Her face was glowing with blue light, and she looked so creepy.

Everyone in the Clinton family recognized that the terrifying the woman in white was Ada. The shocking blue light was mixed with some shocking blood, which made her look like a ghost. Everyone was shuddering.

"Oh my God!"

"Ghost!"

The guests present were so frightened that they were shivering. They screamed one after another. The timid ones even covered their eyes with their hands.

"Marcus, why did you kill me? I have no grudges with you." The ghost repeated these words three times. Her voice was extremely creepy.

Before everyone recovered from these few words, the ghost disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this time, Charles Clinton, Marcus' father, stretched out his hand to pat the servant beside him, shouting, "Turn on the lights! Go and see what's going on."

The servant had already been in shock. He went to the dining table tremblingly and then walked around the dining table. He even looked under the table, but found nothing.

The guests at the scene were stunned in horror. All their faces were pale. Their eyes widened to the extreme and they all breathed heavily. Their lips trembled more severely, so that no one could speak.

Janice was also frightened by this ghost. Her face paled. She felt her heart was beating fiercely, and her jacket was quickly soaked in cold sweat.

However, when she just raised her hand to wipe off the sweat from her face, she found that her hand was held by Marcus at some point. Her whole hand was wrapped in a warm hand. A steady stream of heat was conveyed from his hand to her skin and then through her body.

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The man's big hand was big. His hand's temperature made her feel warm. Her nervous mind gradually calmed down.

Janice looked down at the man beside her. She saw that his face was full of chills. He didn't need to say any words or take any actions, but others feel the powerful aura coming from him.

What the ghost said just now was clearly directed at him. No wonder Marcus looked so gloomy.

After this accident, the guests dared not stay at the Clinton's. They said goodbye to Freya, and then fled out of the yard.

During the whole process, only Shawn was very calm. He had not spoken. The wrinkles on his face were together. A sharp light burst out his eyes. He didn't believe there were ghosts in this world at all. He was sure that there must be someone behind the scene.

After the guests had all left, Shawn stood in the middle of the yard with a sullen expression on his face. He said sharply, "You guys are not allowed to tell others about the matter tonight. Whoever discloses this I will never let him go!"

Shawn's words were quite deterrent. The yard was silent for a moment. Everyone was silent, even breathing carefully.

"If I know who is pretending to be the ghost, I won't show any mercy to him!" Shawn added, scanning everyone while speaking.

No one dared to say anything. They all nodded, and then left.

Janice pushed Marcus back to the bedroom, sitting on the sofa directly opposite him with a serious look.

For the scene that happened just now, she still felt lingering fear. She was blank and bewildered. She looked in front in a daze.

"Janice, are you afraid?" Marcus seemed to be worried that he would startle her, so his tone of voice was light and soft.

"Of course, I'm afraid. It's the first time I have seen a ghost since I grew up." There was unconcealable fear in her voice. Marcus turned the wheelchair closer to her, frowning slightly. He pursed his lips.

"Ada's ghost said that I killed her. Are you afraid of being with me?" His low voice was like a boulder hitting the water, setting off a huge wave.

Janice shook her head and said lightly, "I haven't thought about this question. I was wondering where the ghost came from. Although I was shocked at the time, I figured it out later. How could there be ghosts in this world?"

Marcus smiled, and said playfully, "You are really a bold girl."

Janice smiled helplessly.

Was she bold? Marcus really overestimated her.