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.

He fixed his eyes

really hoped that she

head. Nor did she dare to utter. She just sat

would like to

door. Before Emmeline could stand

Mrs. Stefan, time

came in. When seeing that Emmeline was sitting on Stefan's legs,

and closed the door. She smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I

him away and was about to stand up again. Even her neck was blushed all of

before she could finish, Stefan forced her to sit on his legs

He really fancied tasting it for a few

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

bolt from the blue. Her mind went blank all

up but Stefan

turned around and noticed that he was still

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

dinner…" Emmeline was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her

her jaw and got her face closer.

breath was getting closer and closer. She was so scared that she closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

hate me, right? But why do

didn't dare to move as she was afraid

when there was barely a gap between their faces. He saw her eyelashes twitching. Then he let out a mocking smile, 'You don't want to

Do you fancy the kiss so much?" he smiled evilly with sarcasm in

saw his wry eyes, where there was a trace

she was just afraid that