A Miracle Fault

Both of them didn't leave until 1:00 AM. As Frank returned to the mansion, he went into his own bedroom.

He turned on the lamp on the night table. Suddenly, he saw Stefan sitting on the wheelchair beside the window, which rendered him stunned.

"What the hell are you doing in my room? Are you scaring me?" Frank tried to suppress his voice.

"If you did nothing wrong, you wouldn't be scared." Stefan turned around and approached him.

"Frank, you sneaked back to your room in such late hour. Don't you think I can't tell what you have done?" Stefan fixed his dark eyes on him as if he were seeing through his mind.

Frank strode forward, "What the hell are you doing in my room? It should be time for sleep! Is it because your wife failed to satisfy you? Stefan, listen! You have to accept the truth though you married the fake one! I won't let your tricks come true!"

Stefan sneered, "Well, but what should you do? Grandpa has known the truth. You know him well. So you should know what grandpa would do then. You have to watch your girl. And I don't even care about her. But I am not sure what grandpa would do to her."

Looking at Stefan, Frank was rendered a bit frightened. He seemed to feel that though Stefan was still sitting on his wheelchair, he turned to be much more powerful and exerted great pressure on him when he failed to notice.

What was worse, his intangible power could probably threaten his life. Then he stared at Stefan, "I have seen your wife. She looks nice. So I believe that you don't want grandpa to drive her out from you. Besides, I can tell that she cares about you. Stefan, don't be too greedy. You covet the one who never belongs to you in case you get yourself in trouble!"

Stefan sneered, "Frank, don't forget that I haven't divorce Anayah yet. Though she really disgusts me, she is still my legitimate wife. What can you do about that? Even though I disdain her, you have no right to continue to date her, a married woman! You'd better control yourself. Or you will lose more."

While speaking, Stefan still kept a smile on his face. Then he rolled his wheelchair out of the room. Frank glared at his back, looking vicious.

'I will lose more? Huh, you will soon know what I will get! No matter how much grandpa loves you, you are still a cripple!'

As Stefan went back to his room, seeing that Emmeline was sleeping soundly on the bed. Her tiny face looked ruddy just like an apple. He looked at her softly. Then he stood up and stripped himself off. He lay on the bed and hugged her tight.

hugged her while sleeping.

softhearted when hearing that. He hugged her tight and kissed her forehead,

Stefan

almost lost control

her room that night. He stared at her sleeping face and murmured,

eyes and fell into

as she opened her eyes, she felt sore and painful all over. Suddenly, it reminded her

his face right in front of her. Stefan rested his jaw on her head. He still kept his eyes closed, breathing

and dense. Suddenly,

lost her virginity that night. And Stefan didn't seem to know that yet. Nor did he ask her about it. Sometime she could tell that he was actually a soft and warm guy, who really appealed to her. However, sometimes he looked so cold and repellent that

and got up to go

she jumped off the bed. He hurried to grab

fiercely, "Let me get myself changed

loud your moan was last

deep voice sounded quite sexy. When hearing that, Emmeline blushed

look at her but buried his head into her neck, "Sweetheart, from now on, you are my wife!

have never planned something evil against you. I just want to take care of you till your legs recover. When you can stand up again and you don't need me anymore, I can leave. But please, don't retaliate against my father. He is the only family of

blurred with tears again. She looked like a fair but weak flower

night, he felt quite guilty of that. He didn't even figure out himself what kind of

he knew that she was not his legitimate wife, he only wanted her to be his wife. He even felt lucky for himself that the Campbell Family made

make his marriage doomed for the rest of

hand to touch her face, "Okay,