A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 63

Anger burst out in his chest once again. Being unsociable and paranoid was his character after years of solitary life on the island. He would never allow anyone to lay a finger on what he cherished.

Much less to be defiled by such a guy who claimed to be his wife‘s ex-boyfriend！

A punishment was upon the lady in the form of a tough kiss.

This man was so terribly dominated that he made Emmeline's heart flipped. It was the familiar odor when he tried to pass her some oxygen after she was brought up from the sea the other day.

The man's handsome face soon encompassed her dazzling eyes, while all the same his kiss was still as vigorous as madness. Suddenly, she imitated his way and sucked his mouth in for a little bit.

He quivered, opened his eyes at once and stared at the girl's dazzling eyes, "What's on your mind?"

"……Nothing." Was he a mind-reader? She wondered.

Then, Emmeline propped his chest up with her hands, looking abashed, "Stefan, we should get downstairs. Now that we have worked all that out, there is no reason why we should not go down and have some dinner. I think Paul has already ringed the dinner bell."

Looking at her slightly swollen lips, Stefan said, "Very well, but remember, my wife, you must keep a distance from Antonio, do you understand? You are a married woman now! Yes?"

"I know! He will go to America soon. Since I have promised you that I won't see him again, I will stay true to my word! You don't have to worry about it. Stop wearing this long face!" She said while sitting on his legs.

What would he do if one day this woman had been absent from his life? Stefan wondered. Now that she had made a habit of sitting on his legs.

Holding his arms around her thin waist, he gently rubbed her face and said, "Darling, of course I will always believe in you!" Outside, the sky had turned darker and darker.

It was about the damn time that he must demand his uncle to send Antonio abroad, and Anayah too. This time, she must be informed of the consequence for crossing the line.

After supper, Emmeline got the bathtub ready for Stefan. Then, she massaged his legs for half an hour while Stefan was sitting in his wheelchair, attending some businesses.

Only a while later, the girl was sweltering. Stefan held her hands and spoke, "All right, you can stop the massage and go take a shower now!"

Every time when he saw her efforts for his rehabilitation, he felt compelled to tell her that no more massage would be required again since his legs had already recovered.

Every time when he was about to confess, he swallowed those words back, for he was afraid that she might leave if she knew.

The whole world was in his grip, yet he could not control one woman's heart. Besides, he hated to see her upset.

Emmeline stood up and smiled, "I am not tired. It will worth everything if it can make you walk again."

Stefan's heart was whipped by his conscience. He touched a strand of her hair which had been stuck to her face by sweat.

"You wish me to walk again?"

"Certainly!"

"And you won't leave me if I have resumed my ability to walk?"

"I don't know what to say."

"I will divorce your sister as soon as possible. Then I will make you my legitimate wife."

"……"

"I forbid you to leave!"

He pulled her pale pretty hand and said, "Honey, do you hear me?" There was a sudden elevation of his voice's volume.

Seeing his dark eyes, Emmeline nodded dully.

He carried Emmeline to the bathroom with the swirl of his wheelchair. Her face was even more bashful.

"Stefan, I can walk on my own! You don't…"

"I will be here watching you, honey!"