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.

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

the door had already

mean? I asked you to meet me at Astor Entertainment Center yesterday, and you stood me up. Today, you even let the security guard stop me

the company now, not in a place where you

time in so many years that he had examined him closely. He radiated majesty,

for the rest of his life, but never thought he would dare to take the presidency, "What qualifications do you have to sit in this seat, it was I who was working for the company for so many years. You have done nothing and you want to be the ready-made president. I advise you to

he wanted to burn the nasty person in front

innocents and engaging in money laundering activities in the name of the Byrne Group, I can send you directly to prison for any of these crimes. But I don't want to break Grandpa's heart, and I want to live

on the chair behind him; his angular and sculpturally handsome face glistened

his words, Frank felt like he was struck by a thunderbolt, how could Stefan know

tracks and his body began to

should know that you will be found out one day when you do those things. And doing those things with your status, do you think

once allowed him to bully without

felt his power, and he didn't even

office and closed the door with a bang, and the secretary outside the door was so scared that he didn't dare to

in half. Wrathfully, he slumped

willing to accept the cripple riding roughshod over him. For so many years,

out, Stefan stood up and went to the French window. He looked out at the blood-red sunset and his heart rolled

until noon. After having a simple meal, she sat on

Madison walked in and said, "Lady, there is a woman looking for