A Miracle Fault

"It's still possible! If we keep on massaging, you will definitely recover! Don't give up!" Emmeline seemed to forget that she was still sitting on his legs.

She was wondering if she could help him to recover his legs, he would still forgive her when he noticed the truth.

"You want me to stand up? Don't you afraid that I will take away the property from your boyfriend?" Stefan stared at her coldly.

Seeing that his face turned to be cold again, she suddenly noticed that she was still sitting on his legs, looking ambiguous. So she soon stood up, "Of course I want you to stand up again. Even if you want to fight... Master Frank, you still need to keep yourself healthy."

"The book told me that your legs would definitely recover one day as long as we keep on massage."

After saying that, Emmeline took the cup of tea and handed it to Stefan.

Stefan took the tea and took a sip. Then he put it down and left the study. Emmeline let out a breath of sigh. Then she took the book and went to the balcony to continue to read.

Soon, Paul went upstairs and told her that it was time for lunch.

She went downstairs and saw that there were all kinds of dishes on the table, "Where is Master Stefan?"

"He has gone out and he will be back tonight."

Emmeline was stunned, "Don't waste so many dishes! Come on, let's eat together."

Of course, as she had also lived in a rich family before, she knew that most of the dishes would be dumped if they weren't finished.

She didn't want to waste so much food.

After that, Emmeline kept reading for the whole afternoon. Then she just ate some food at night and continued to read in the bedroom. The sky fell into darkness. But she still sat on the chair and read.

The silent night fell. Stefan hadn't been back even if it was late now. While reading, Emmeline then fell asleep on chair.

The weather in April was pleasant. So she soon fell into deep sleep.

A car parked on the beach at 10:00 PM. Stefan opened the door and saw the villa fall into silence.

He got off the car and walked straight into the villa. The car behind him soon faded away from the beach.

Stefan went upstairs quietly, looking tired. He walked to the door of Emmeline's bedroom. Then he fixed his eyes on the knob.

He then pushed the door lightly and walked in. Under the moonlight, he suddenly noticed that there was no one on the bed. He was suddenly stunned. Where was she?

When he was about to put on the mask, he suddenly noticed that Emmeline was sleeping on the balcony.

He sneaked over and saw her lying on the chair quietly while she was still holding the book. Her long hairs hung down naturally on the chair, looking like waterfall.

Under the moonlight, her fair face coupled with her dark hair was deadly attractive. Stefan held up his breath and got the book off her hand. He squatted down and held her up. Then he strode towards the bed. Emmeline was a girl with light weight. She still fell into deep sleep in his arms. The eyelashes of her shed a trace of shadow on her face.

Stefan put her on the bed. Seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, he was a bit moved.

When thinking of her kind attitude and well manner during these days, he even started to doubt if she was Anayah Campbell. Even if she had been pretending, he didn't think that he could be such a nice disguiser. Perhaps she shouldn't be involved in the war.

She was just a victim in this war. She did nothing wrong even if she fell in love with Frank. It was Frank himself who should be blamed. So she was destined to sacrifice herself at the cost of her own marriage. Stefan stared at her quietly, whose fair face looked tender and beautiful. He let out a sigh and then tucked her in. After that, he left the room.

When Stefan was still in a daze in the next early morning, he felt that someone seemed to touch his legs.

Then it turned out that it was Emmeline who came to give him a massage again. He was a bit surprised to see that she was actually so bold enough. She even dared to touch his legs before he woke up.

But he seemed to notice that her hands were a bit stronger than yesterday. While having massage, he seemed to feel a bolt of shock going down his legs.

He opened his eyes to look at her. But she didn't notice that. And she kept on massaging his legs. Of course, she was willing to do the same thing every day. Suddenly, she was stunned when noticing that his legs turned to be hard and burning hot.

She raised her head to look at him and happened to see his dark eyes.

Stefan just stared at her. Emmeline immediately stood up, "Sorry, Master Stefan, I just came to massage your legs. I didn't mean to bother you. I just knew from the book yesterday that it would be better to have a morning massage. And I know that you can't feel your legs. So I am here to massage your legs. I am so sorry!"

She, wearing a white dress, stood beside his bed. His tiny body couldn't help shivering slightly. Her face was covered with mere fluff, which seemed to be gilt under the sunlight.

She fixed her pure eyes on Stefan, who was lying on the bed. She was afraid if he would strangle her again out of anger.

Stefan sat up and then got himself on the wheelchair beside the bed. Then he slowly headed to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the closet and turned around, "Help me change my clothes!"

He didn't look mad this time. His face remained calm. Then he got into the bathroom elegantly.

"Okay." Emmeline hurried forward. She got some clothes from the closet for him and then stood at the door of the bathroom.

Soon, Stefan finished showering and he opened the door.

Emmeline raised her head to look at him, who was wearing a black bathrobe on the wheelchair. Water kept dropping down from his black hairs.

Half of his tanned chest was revealed under the light. His eyes looked mysterious like the deep ocean. He fixed his eyes on her who standing at the door.

Emmeline immediately lowered her head, "Master Stefan, here is your clothes." She handed them to him with both hands with respect. But he just passed by her.

"Help me get changed!" he went beside the bed and waited for her to get him changed.

Emmeline stared at his wet hairs. Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she heard his request.

She immediately dried his hairs with towel. And then she handed him the shirt and shorts.

"Master Stefan, I think you'd better get changed by yourself." She kept her head down, looking embarrassed.

"What? You don't want to do that for me?" He gazed at her.

Emmeline was wearing a white dress today, which highlighted her tiny but well-shaped body. He had to admit that her body was really attractive. She could even make a simple dress another style. She was so pure just like the white snow in the sky. Though she just uttered with mere voice, Stefan still caught her words clearly.

"You don't know how to get changed for me?" his face darkened, "Or you are not willing to?"

"Don't forget that you are my wife! That's what you should do! Or do you regret marrying a cripple? You still want to go back to stay with your beloved one, huh?" His voice changed suddenly, sounding mocking.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐