A Miracle Fault

Early in the morning, a tantalizing aroma of testosterone emanated from the man's body. As long as he was with her, his mind would be overwhelmed with those erotic things, and with this thought in mind, he took practical action.

Emmeline was instantly lost in his tenderness, and the gush of the male sexual desire penetrated directly into her nostrils.

She felt all her strength being drained from her while the man kissed her harder and harder.

He carried her to the bed, looked down at her beautiful face, took off the pyjamas that were in the way, and kissed her again on the lips.

In the next second, the man draped his pyjamas and jumped out of the wheelchair, carrying the girl directly into the bathroom.

He helped her clean…

Emmeline suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any disability and could do anything without his legs. He skilfully washed her body, and put her back on the bed after wiping her clean.

And he went to the dressing room and changed his clothes straight away, "Emmeline, get some rest, I'm going to the office."

Emmeline was so exhausted that she could only nod and watch the man gleefully slide his wheelchair out of the bedroom.

In the president's office of the Byrne Group, Stefan sat elegantly in his chair, flipping through the documents.

"Boss, Nicolas called today and said that Emmaline is sick. Can the divorce be rescheduled for another day?" Chand stood in front of the desk and said.

Stefan frowned and was about to say something, the sound of a

immediately headed out, but the door had already been

in a rage. "Stefan, what do you mean? I asked you to meet me at Astor Entertainment Center yesterday, and you stood me up. Today, you even let the

want? I remember your office is downstairs, and you're in the company now, not in

front of him. It was the first time in so many years that

this seat, it was I who was working

fire, like he wanted to burn the nasty person

whether I'm qualified to sit in this position or not! Frank, on the basis of you brutalizing your brothers, killing the innocents and engaging in money laundering activities in the name of the Byrne Group, I can send you directly to prison

his arm resting on the chair behind him; his angular and sculpturally handsome face glistened in the sunlight from

he was struck by a thunderbolt, how could Stefan know everything he had

his tracks and his body began to

that you will be found out one day when you do those things. And doing those things with your status, do you think no one will know about it?"

brother was no longer the fool who once allowed him to bully without a word. What he was doing behind the scenes,

his power, and he didn't even bother to confront

office and closed the door with a bang, and the secretary outside the door was so scared that

the coffee table in his office in half. Wrathfully, he slumped down in his

take such a result lying down. He was absolutely not willing to accept the cripple riding roughshod over him. For so many years, everything here belonged to him, so why would it be snatched away by that

French window. He looked out at the blood-red sunset and his heart rolled over like

Residence, Emmeline slept until noon. After having a simple meal, she sat on the balcony

walked in and said, "Lady, there is a