A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 25

Before Emmeline could continue, she was stunned when hearing him addressing her as 'honey'. She got stiff all over. She could do nothing but to stare at him.

He smiled as if he knew how panic she was at this moment.

Stefan also looked at her, 'Girl, are you still going to disguise yourself as Anayah Campbell?'

If Emmeline was willing to confess that she was not Anayah, Stefan deemed himself that he might probably forgive her. After all, he didn't want his grandpa to know so soon that she was actually a substitute of Anayah.

Stefan was quite aware that his grandpa would be outrageous if he knew that. Though he would punish Frank for his conspiracy, he might also force Emmeline to go back home and then made the real Anayah Campbell marry Stefan again.

But now, Stefan didn't want Anayah. He only loved the girl in front of him at this moment. No matter who she was, he was sure that now she should be his wife forever.

He would never allow anyone else to hurt his own wife. Nor did he want his grandpa to make things difficult for her. He just wanted to keep this girl by his side.

He saw Emmeline standing still, looking flustered. Then he smiled, "What? Why don't you want to go home? Just tell me your reason. Perhaps I will agree if it sounds reasonable."

He reached out his hand while looking at her agitated face.

Emmeline hadn't figured out an excuse yet. She then took his hand. Stefan dragged her forward gently and then she sat on his legs again. She looked at his deadly appealing face, where there appeared a warm smile, wondering when he had such a sudden change. He seemed to be warm and no longer indifferent to her.

What was more, Stefan often made her sit on his lap. Every time she sat down, she could feel the strong muscle of his thighs and they seemed to be twitching lively.

Soon, she could feel that her own butt was heating up. If it weren't for the fact that she saw him sitting on the wheelchair for all day long, she would doubt if he was pretending to be a cripple.

However, he still claimed that he felt nothing every time she massaged his legs. Judging from his bad temper, Emmeline was sure that if he only pretended to be a cripple, he would definitely get mad every time she pinched his legs hard.

She just stared at him blankly, wondering what she should do to convince him not to bring her back home. However, she couldn't just simply escape for a lifetime.

"Are you enough with looking at me?" Stefan stared at her, who was still pondering. It suddenly reminded him of that night, during the hours of which he totally lost control while banging her crazily when she fainted away. And now he really had the urge to pin her down again and kept doing the same thing until she told him the truth.

"Well…Stefan…I don't want to go back home…" Emmeline stammered.

"Why?" Stefan had expected that she would say so.

"Well, I don't love my family that much. Besides, my parents told me to come here to take care of you. As for going back home to visit them, we'd better do that when you can stand up again." Emmeline tried hard to figure an awkward excuse. She looked nervous and pale.

'What an awful excuse!'

Actually, Stefan didn't plan to make it difficult for her. Seeing her nervous face, Stefan was rendered a bit upset, 'Fine, you have a chance to confess but you miss it!'

He stroked her fair face with his coarse fingers. Emmeline was so nervous that she felt like being shocked. She could smell the mixed scent of tobacco and hormone from his fingers.

She pushed his hand away and stood up. However, Stefan still grabbed her hard to stop her from running away.

He pinched her jaw and lowered his head. He was about to initiate another attack on her lips.

He was getting more and more addicted to her sweet lips. As soon as he pressed on her lips, he just wanted to suck her in.

Seeing his handsome face approaching even more, she suddenly pushed him away and stood up to run towards the villa.

"Hey, honey!" he shouted with his hoarse voice.