A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 62

Emmeline was struck for a while when she heard the news that he was back.

"You back?" she jumped before him with excitements and stared at the man's dark eyes.

Having given an aimless glance at Emmeline, his vision soon caught upon Antonio like a sharp arrow into the prey.

Having been living on the island all those years, Stefan and Antonio hadn't met since many years ago. They only met several times during Antonio's childhood. Antonio's impression over him was that he was disabled and had to rely on wheelchairs.

Antonio was shocked when he received that sharp stare from Stefan

If his glare could kill, then Antonio would have been killed now.

Wearing a black shirt, Stefan's slender legs was covered in pants and neatly placed on the footboard of his wheelchair.

No one would realize that he was crippled if not for the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair.

He was utterly indifferent, yet with intense desire to occupy and monopolize Emmeline.

"It has been a while since our last meet, cousin." Antonio's voluntary greeting broke the silence.

Stefan threw another casual glance, "Have we met before?"

Words failed Antonio.

Antonio thought to himself, 'We have met many years ago though it has indeed been a long time!' But he didn't speak it aloud.

Before he was ready to speak again, Stefan's wheelchair was moved to approach the woman, "Why don't you ask Paul to pick you up?"

His voice was so tender that it almost sounded like having come from his throat.

He fondled her wife's cute face, pinched a strand of hair and put it behind her ears, "I am so sorry to disturb you, my Lady."

"It's okay. When did you get back?" asked Emmeline while gently holding his hand.

"I just got here." He looked at her with doting eyes.

Antonio felt like a piece of his heart had just been cut off as he was sitting there awkwardly, watching them interacting.

He never knew this was how they communicated with each other. Like a dead meat, he stood there, silently watching their compassionate eye communications.

Mildly adjusted his arms to the lower end and clenching his fist, he said, "Cousin, I need to have a word with you." For whatever it came, he must try to talk to him.

"What for?" Stefan turned back and asked, "I don't think you and I are acquainted. So, I have nothing to say to you."

Antonio advanced a step further, "I believe it is important that we must speak. After all, you are no longer Emmeline's husband, and your legal wife is Anayah now, isn't it?"

After hearing what he said, Stefan closed his eyes. After a while, his eyes were open again and found his wheelchair slipping towards Antonio's side, "Don't you think you have overstepped your affairs, Mr. Antonio Thomas I presume? This is, after all, my house—the Byrne's house, not the Thomas's! In what qualification do you dare to question my relationship with Emmeline? Are you her first lover or just a classmate?'

Dimmed was Stefan's icy expression in an instant.

Hearing his words, Emmeline was suddenly shocked. She turned around and said, "Come on, Antonio. You should go now. Thank you for driving me home."

Antonio looked at Emmeline and wasn't ready to leave. He exchanged a hard stare at Stefan.

"Cousin, let go of her. Don't involve her into your family strife with Frank and your personal hatred. She is innocent and she still needs to finish her study at the university. And …"

"Mr. Antonio," Stefan coldly interrupted Antonio's words before he was able to complete it, "Mind your own business. My family conflicts are no concern of yours, nor is my wife. I can do whatever I see fit. I don't need a stranger to meddle with my family business."

The coldness in his eyes was terrifying, and his efforts in holding off his temper tantrum were all over his twisted face when he shouted, "Paul, see him out."

Then, he turned around and moved his wheelchair toward the elevator with no further glance for other guests in the drawing room.

"Yes, master." said Paul, "Mr. Antonio, this way please,"