A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 27

The servant lowered her head, "But Master Stefan didn't take his wheelchair in the room. What if he wakes up then…"

Paul frowned, "Just go to work!"

After the servant left, Paul gently pushed the wheelchair into Emmeline's bedroom. When seeing that both of them were sleeping together on the bed, he was also stunned. Then he parked the wheelchair and left.

After a while, Emmeline opened her eyes. She was a bit stunned when seeing his handsome face be so close to hers. Then it suddenly reminded her of his words last night, 'We will sleep together from now on and just get used to it.'

Her face blushed suddenly. She stared at his sleeping face, 'He should get up much earlier. Why is he sleeping till now?'

She fixed her eyes on his smooth skin, his charming face and closed eyes coupled with his dense and long eyelashes.

'Oh my god, he looks actually much more delicate than most of the girls!'

His lips were thin. There was a saying that a man with thin lips barely had any feelings for his wife. She couldn't help wondering if that was the truth.

When she recalled that he actually kissed her without her permission for a few times, her face blushed again. She gently got his hands off her body and was about to get up.

However, his grip suddenly tightened, "Honey, how do you feel for staring at me for minutes?"

Emmeline immediately pushed him and tried to move away from him, "I didn't! I want to get up!"

Stefan grabbed her again and forced her to lean against his chest. He didn't want her to leave so soon.

Emmeline couldn't help exclaiming, "Stefan, what are you doing?" She was surprised again, wondering why he was so energetic though he was a cripple.

"You want to just run away after staring at me? What do you think I am going to do then? Honey, you are my wife. So you should know what I am going to do next. Huh?" Stefan stared at her with his dark eyes.

Emmeline couldn't help getting stiff all over. She felt really uneasy when being hugged by force.

When hearing his words, she felt like a bomb exploding in her brain.

"I am not your wife! Get off me! I am not ready for that!" her face was burning. She tried to push him hard.

"You are not my wife? So who are you?" Stefan stared at her. Emmeline suddenly stunned and then she raised her eyes to look at him, whose face looked cold again.

"Not ready for what? Though you are my wife, we haven't even done something what a couple should do after marriage." While speaking, he raised his brows and looked a bit evil.

Emmeline was rendered so nervous that her heart was about to pop out of her chest. She hadn't even figured out who broke into her bedroom that night. But now he wanted to have sex with her? If it was not Stefan who broke in that night, she was wondering how she should tell him that she was once violated.

She mustered up courage to look at him, "Stefan, though I marry you, sex still depends on the mutual consent of each other. I am not ready for that. So…"

Stefan looked at her. He could tell that she might still be frightened because of what had happened that night.

He supported himself with both hands to sit up and he jumped onto the wheelchair beside the bed. Then he left the room.

When seeing that he left, Emmeline immediately ran into the bedroom. Her heart kept beating fiercely, 'You keep forcing to flirt with me! And you even got mad when I refused? What a freak!'

After getting herself changed, Emmeline went downstairs. Then she saw Stefan sitting on the couch elegantly. Beside him there sat another man, who was in his forties.

When seeing her go downstairs, the man stood up and smiled, "Good morning, Mrs. Stefan. I am the butler of the Byrne Mansion and my name is Reuben. Master Edison made me here to pick you and Master Stefan up. We will then head to the Byrne Mansion to attend the birthday banquet of Master Edison."

Emmeline nodded and then looked at Stefan. Stefan just ignored her. He kept his eyes on his tablet.

Paul had already parked the car on the beach. Emmeline pushed Stefan with his wheelchair to approach the car. Then a servant helped to get her luggage into the trunk.

Paul helped him get into the car. Then the car faded away from the beach.

Emmeline sat on the back seat. When the car left the beach, she started to get nervous.

Noticing that, Stefan sighed, "Don't worry. I will be with you. Just stay with me, okay?"

Emmeline turned around and looked at him blankly. His eyes looked tendered and deep just like a whirlpool. She was wondering if he had true feelings for her.

But now she had no choice but to get shelter from him. She nodded while looking into his eyes.

Stefan held her hand and sighed. Then he looked out of the window.

His big hands were coarse but warm. He gently rubbed against her palm with his finger. Emmeline's face was red with bashfulness again.

He kept fiddling with her hands on their way to the Byrne Mansion.

Just as before, servants lined up on both sides of the gate. Paul parked the car on a huge lawn. Then a servant approached with a wheelchair.

Stefan looked at her nervous face. Then he grabbed her hand firmly, "Honey, don't be afraid. I am with you!"

All of a sudden, Emmeline seemed to notice that Stefan had already found her real identity. His emotion hidden in his eyes looked so real without disdain and mockery.

Then the servant opened the door and said to Emmeline with great respect, "Master Stefan, Mrs. Stefan, welcome back! This way, please."