A Miracle Fault

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.

Since Stefan's grandpa had sent his butler to pick them up, Emmeline had no right to refuse. Otherwise, she would be accused of being bad-mannered.

"When shall we leave?" she looked at Stefan.

Stefan still fixed his eyes on the tablet and said to Reuben, "You can go back first. My wife and I will come to have dinner tonight."

"Okay. Master Stefan, I am going back first." Then he nodded at Emmeline and left the parlor.

Emmeline said to Stefan, "Are we going to go to the Byrne Mansion?"

Stefan put down the tablet and beckoned her to sit beside him, "Just spruce yourself up. We will go to the Byrne Mansion tonight and we will live there for three days. Take everything you need. And I have my clothes for change there. So you just need to pack up yours."

Emmeline sat beside him, pondering, "Are you going to attend the 80-year-old birthday banquet of your grandpa? Can I stay here?"

"No! What are you afraid of? You are my wife. You need to do nothing but to stay by my side." He smiled while seeing that she tried to avoid his gaze.

"Okay. I will pack up my stuff then." Though she knew that her real identity would be exposed sooner or later, he had never expected that the day would come so soon. She knew that the members of the Byrne Family would definitely know her real identity as soon as she came.

She stood up and went upstairs even without taking breakfast. Stefan was staring at her, 'Emmeline, here is your last chance. If you confessed in front of me, I would try my best to protect you from being punished by grandpa.'

Stefan kept staring at her till the door of the elevator closed.

Emmeline stood on the balcony as she went upstairs. She stared at the sea. As expected, she still needed to face this day.

She then started to pack up her own luggage.

Stefan entered her room at 5:00 PM, "What? Are you afraid of seeing my grandpa? You have been hiding yourself in the room for a whole day. How long are you still going to stay? Time to go, honey." 'I am not hiding! And don't call me honey again!' she murmured in her mind.

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."