A Miracle Fault

Chapter 41 Let Me Kiss You

Stefan didn't wake up until afternoon. When he opened his eyes, he saw Emmeline reading book beside his bed. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He smiled and felt quite relaxed, "Honey…"

Emmeline raised her head and saw him wake up. She immediately put aside the book and stood up, "You finally wake up! Are you hungry? Do you still feel hurt?"

When seeing her caring eyes, Stefan reached out his hand to grab hers, "No, I don't feel pain."

Emmeline also reached out her own hand to hold his. Then she sat beside him and touched his forehead with another hand. She finally felt relieved when noticing that his body temperature returned to be normal.

"I cooked some porridge for you. Let me serve you some." She fixed her watery eyes on him, which rendered him distracted.

"Okay."

Emmeline then gently took back her hand and stood up to walk out of the study.

Stefan stared at her slender back. Mixed feelings surged up in his mind. Since his big brother passed away, he had been the most hated person in his family.

No one had been so caring about him before. During the first year since his legs were crushed, his first love once came to his side to take care of him for half a year. However, he got an awful temper at that time.

He got mad at her from time to time. When he headed to France half a year later, the girl left.

Since then, he had been quite hostile against all women as his mother had been disdaining him. He didn't even feel any family affection from then on.

However, Emmeline had been staying with him when he fell into coma. She had been taking care of him attentively. Of course, he was deeply moved.

Emmeline took a bowl of porridge and sat beside the bed, "Can you eat it yourself?"

Stefan was about to take the porridge himself. When hearing that, he immediately took back his hands, "No. I can't hold it."

"Let me feed you."

'Nice.' He couldn't help cheering in his mind.

Emmeline supported him up and made him lean against the bed. Then she scooped a spoon of porridge and cooled it down with breath. Then she fed him.

Stefan opened his mouth and took a bit, looking like a baby.

Emmeline would always breathe to cool it down before feeding him. Her pink lips looked quite attractive while pouting to blow on the porridge.

'Damn!'

Stefan didn't have any chance to make out with her since he went back from the Byrne Mansion. Now he got hurt on his shoulder, which even curbed his last chance.

At the thought of that, he was a bit annoyed.

So he turned his head aside to shift his gaze. Soon, a bowl of porridge was finished. Stefan licked his own lips. It tasted really good.

Emmeline stood up, "You can't eat much before you recover. Now it's enough. You can't eat more until night."

Actually, he wanted her to feed him more.

Emmeline took away the bowl. Then Stefan leaned on the bed and took out his phone. He dialed the number of Jaiden, "Did you figure out the culprit yesterday?"

"Of course, who the hell do you think he would be besides Frank? And I heard that he had contacted a Mexican gang recently. He is preparing for the war next month. But it seems that he couldn't wait anymore." Meanwhile, a female voice sounded while Jaiden was speaking.

Stefan frowned, "I won't be killed so easily. Besides, be aware! Don't get infected by some venereal diseases." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

When hearing that, Jaiden was stunned, 'What the hell? Are you cursing me?'

Then he looked at the two women lying on his body, he couldn't help shouting and pushed them away, "Get off me!"

As soon as Stefan finished the call, Emmeline pushed the door opened, "Get yourself changed. Let me take you into the bedroom for sleep. I don't think you can sleep well here."

He saw that Emmeline was holding a suit of neat pajamas for him. Then he looked at the single bed he was now sitting on. It seemed that it was indeed too small to fit both of them.

Then Emmeline helped to get him changed. She acted so gently that she tried to avoid touching his wound. Stefan kept his head down to look at her. He could see that sweat started to shed down her ruddy cheek.

He tilted his head to kiss her cheek. Emmeline was stunned. She raised her head to look into his dark eyes. Her face blushed all of a sudden.

"Honey, come over here." He reached out his unwounded hand to grab her arm.

Emmeline approached as she didn't want to touch his wound, "What happen?"

Stefan immediately hugged her in his arms and pinched her jaw, "Let me kiss you."

Her heart couldn't help beating fiercely. But she didn't dare to push him. So she closed her eyes to wait for his kiss.

He touched her lips and took a gentle bite.

Emmeline immediately opened her eyes to look at him, who was smiling.

"Why did you close your eyes before I kissed you? Honey, do you love my kiss?" his smiled looked so ravishing. If it weren't because of the fact that he got hurt, Emmeline would definitely break free from his hug and push him away. However, he got hurt because of her.

As Emmeline was about to utter, Stefan suddenly gagged her with his lips. He sucked domineeringly but also gently. He let go of her jaw and then wrapped around her waist.

Emmeline was so nervous that she had no idea what to do. She opened her mouth and his tongue immediately reached inside and then captured hers. They started to entangle with each other.

His breath started to get stronger. Emmeline was feeble while sitting on his legs. She had nowhere to rest her hands so she grabbed his pajamas hard.

The kiss didn't stop until ten minutes later. Then Stefan let go of her. Seeing her blushed face, Stefan couldn't help laughing, "Good girl! I love it!"

Emmeline hurried to step back. She then supported him onto the wheelchair and pushed him towards the bedroom.

The bedroom was located at second floor. On their way there, Emmeline kept her head down to avoid seeing his face. Her heart almost jumped off her body out of nervousness. She had to admit herself that she was really intoxicated with his kiss.

He made her feel exceedingly relaxed and relieved not because of infatuation. Instead, it was out of instinct, which prompted her to chase after something nice.

She didn't push him away not only because of his charming face, but also because of the fact that he saved her and got hurt.

Stefan lay on the bed in the bedroom and saw her flee away immediately. He couldn't help smiling happily as if he didn't even get shot on his shoulder.

As Emmeline walked out, Paul entered the house.

Seeing her blushed face, Paul walked over, "Mrs. Stefan, what happened? Did Master Stefan wake up?"

"Yes. He is fine. He also ate a bowl of porridge."

Paul nodded, "Ever since Master Stefan turned to be disabled, he was always under unexpected attack. Master Stefan is actually a kind man! Why did they still want to kill him?"

Emmeline looked at him, "Did you find up the culprit? Why?"

Paul pondered for a while, "Perhaps those hitmen were hired by other members of the Byrne Family. Since Master Stefan has been healthy and he might be able to stand up again one day, they are afraid that he will be back to be the next president."

When hearing that, Emmeline suddenly realized what he meant—the culprit should be Frank!

She sat on the sofa, silent. Then she looked at the tree outside the window. She couldn't believe that Frank could be so cruel that he actually wanted to kill his own brother even though he was a cripple. Nor did she expect that both Frank and Anayah could be the same—vicious and exceedingly selfish! What a matched couple!

Emmeline had been taking good care of Stefan in the following days. Stefan enjoyed everything offered by her. She helped him to take bath, to get him changed and to feed him. He acted like a spoiled kid under her attentive service.