A Miracle Fault

Emmeline pushed him on the balcony in the study on the second floor. She squatted down and started to massage his legs. Then she turned around to get a little wooden hammer.

She gently hit the nerve on his legs. Stefan remained silent while watching her.

She looked quite experienced as if she were a professional massager. He couldn't believe that she, as he knew as Anayah Campbell, a spoiled girl, would actually finish the whole book so as to give him a better massage. And she even figured out a thorough massage plan.

She worked so hard that he didn't think that she was pretending. He saw her fair hands working on his legs. Her hairs were worn in a coil above her head while a few strands of them hung down naturally. Her fair neck looked quite tender under the sunlight.

Her long eyelashes trembled a bit while she was blinking. His heart was swayed a bit. It suddenly reminded him of the night a few days ago, when he saw her nice body as he was getting her changed.

He couldn't help feeling burning hot. Staring at her tender lips, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Emmeline was stunned. She raised her head to look at his heated eyes.

She wanted to stand up. But Stefan suddenly dragged her down and she happened to sit on his legs.

Stefan loosened his grip and reached out his hand to touch her fair face. He didn't look serious or sullen as usual. Then he wrapped her tiny waist with the other hand.

Her heart kept beating faster. Before she could notice what was happening, his face had approached even closer. She could feel that his warm breath fell on her own face.

She could even feel his legs burning hot underneath his pants. The fresh scent of hormone emitting from him rushed into her nostrils. Her face went blushed all of a sudden.

Though she had engaged in a relationship with Antonio for half a year, she had never been so close to him before. They only took the hands of each other from time to time. Besides, he just kissed her on her forehead. And she had never been rendered so nervous before.

She immediately stood up. But Stefan held her tight and kept her into his arms, "Just take a rest, okay?"

His deep voice sounded while his warm breath fell onto her ears. Her face was rendered blushed even more. She struggled to break through from his grip on her waist with her both hands.

"Well…I can sit on the chair on my own. I can't just sit on your legs." Though she needed a rest, she couldn't just rest on his legs. It would be quite embarrassed if Paul or other servants noticed that.

said with his deep and hoarse voice. He fixed

this moment, he really hoped that

dare to raise her head. Nor did she dare to utter. She just sat on his legs, stiff

would like to figure out if she was still pretending to be

moment, someone knocked the door. Before Emmeline could stand up,

Mrs. Stefan, time

When seeing that Emmeline was sitting on Stefan's legs, she

around and closed the door. She smiled

and was about to stand up again. Even her neck

Stefan forced her to sit on his

He really fancied tasting it

to cover hers, she suddenly tilted her head to dodge. And his lips happened to

bolt from the blue. Her mind

to stand up but Stefan

his deep voice sounded again. Emmeline turned around and noticed that

rendered her quite uncomfortable. However, she didn't dare to

so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her

to pinch her jaw and got her face closer. Then he lowered her head to kiss her lips

She was

hate me, right? But why do you

didn't dare to move as she was afraid

twitching. Then he let out a mocking smile, 'You don't want to

much?" he smiled evilly with sarcasm in his

opened her eyes and saw his wry eyes, where there was a trace

so embarrassed as she deemed that he would definitely kiss her when she closed her eyes. Actually, she was just afraid that he would be pissed off again if she refused. She was still