The shyer Emmeline became, the less Stefan intended to let her go.
While putting down the documents in his hand, he rolled the wheelchair and went up to Emmeline. His eyes looked straight at her.
Emmeline felt guilty from his gaze and naturally denied in a hurry, "It's not like that. You should stop thinking that way." She suddenly saw Stefan's bright smile, gentle like clouds. His handsome face looked even more attractive under the glow of the sun outside the window!
Emmeline's heart began to beat uncontrollably. She walked over and said gently, "It's very important that I give you a massage. I want your legs to hurry up and get better."
Then my task would be complete! She did not say these words because she did not want to make him sad when she saw him smile.
But the person in his heart could not be her, Emmeline.
It did not matter to him whether she stayed by his side. If this was the case, why should she exchange her love for cheap gratitude just because he was moved by her actions?
"Really?" He saw Emmeline standing there, kind and tender, and was infatuated with the clean look in her eyes.
Stefan's heart was moved. This girl belonged to him, and he would take care of her with all his heart.
He reached out and held Emmeline's small hand, pulling her into his arms. After touching her forehead with his, he said softly, "Honey, you care about me so much. I'm so happy. When I divorce Anayah, I'll marry you right away."
"In the future, we will be a proper couple. By then, you'll have to give me massages for life. Anyway, I won't ever allow you, no matter what you say, to have any thought of leaving me in the future."
He was afraid that she would talk about leaving again, so he quickly gave her an order that she could not disobey.
During the time he spent with Emmeline, Stefan felt that he had never lived so happily.
That was why he could not let the little girl who could bring him happiness all the time leave his side.
As for that Anayah, he felt disgusted as soon as he looked at her.
If it were not for angering Frank, there was no way this kind of woman would ever have the chance to meet him.
God was so kind to him for sending this girl to him.
Wrapped in Stefan's arms, Emmeline immediately remembered that they were in the hall.
"You... why are you doing this again? When the servants see, they'll laugh." She immediately looked around. Servants were already hiding in the corners and watching them from places they could not see.
"Where are Asher and the others? Are they gone?" She slept, and they all left.
Stefan hummed in agreement and continued to plant kisses on her cheek.
Emmeline knew he was like this every time. He would hug her regardless of their surroundings.
His legs were already that way. Why could he not take care of them and try to stand up earlier?
Would he not feel angry for being called a cripple by Frank every day?
Or did his legs recover a long time ago that there was nothing wrong with them now?
After all, Emmeline somehow felt that Stefan was able to stand up a few times in the past.
But that night she was awake and pretended to be asleep, Stefan was in a wheelchair again when he took her to the bathroom to take a shower.
Emmeline had trouble distinguishing between what was real and what was not. Were Stefan's legs fine or still injured?
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