A Miracle Fault

Chapter 8 A Sudden Arrival

When seeing that she seemed to freeze still on that rock, Stefan couldn't help wearing an annoyed face, 'You wanna give up on your second day of the marriage, huh?'

"Tell her to stay in the villa!" Stefan said.

"Yes, sir!"

Paul walked over to the beach, "Mrs. Stefan, Master Stefan wants you to stay in the study inside."

Emmeline turned around, looking confused, 'Again? But it was he who drove me out last night! And he almost strangled me!'

"Well, but he didn't seem to need me…"

"Well…Mrs. Stefan, you have to know that he is now in a bad mood. So please don't piss him off. Though he didn't say anything special, you'd better listen to him as you just married him." Paul looked into her blue and pure eyes. He didn't think that she would be a scheming type just like what Stefan assumed.

"Okay." Emmeline stood up and walked towards the villa. She then went upstairs and reached the door of the study. She knocked on it lightly.

"Come in!"

Emmeline pushed the door opened, seeing that Stefan was working on a pile of files.

He was wearing a dark shirt today while leaning against the chair lazily. He looked so elegant. If he could be less aloof, he would be indeed an attractive type.

"Master Stefan, what can I do for you?" She kept herself a distance from him, daring not to approach closer.

She was still a bit frightened when recalling that he had strangled her last night.

Of course, she also understood that he turned out to be bad-tempered as he had been a cripple for so long.

"What are you doing on the beach? Are you feeling annoyed for marring me?" He raised his head and stared at her with his sharp eyes, intending to see through her mind.

Emmeline kept shaking her head, "No, I just want to take a walk on the beach as I have nothing else to do. Master Stefan, you can ask me to do anything you want. I also want to kill time."

Stefan still fixed his freezing cold eyes on her, "Anayah, stop pretending! You, a spoiled girl, are good for nothing! I suppose that you must be eager to leave here, right? Or is it Frank who makes you here to spy on me?"

He suddenly reached her front on his wheelchair, which rendered her stunned.

She immediately took a step back as she was afraid that he would strangle her again. Stefan stared at him as if he wanted to suck her in with his deep eyes.

"No matter what you want to do, I will never let your wish done! From yesterday on, you are Mrs. Stefan! Even if you died, you had to be buried here! As for staying with Frank, never dream of it again!"

He stared at her delicate face. He was wondering why she looked so charming but she might be actually planning something evil. Then he sneered, "Oh, by the way, let me tell you. Though I am a cripple and I can't sleep with you, you still have to stay here, alone for the rest of your life!"

His face suddenly turned to be horrible. Then he continued, "If you want to vent out your desire, I have another solution. But don't even dream of leaving here for the rest of your life, even including your mind! All have to stay! So stop pretending to be pitiful looking! Nobody will show you sympathy!"

Emmeline was rendered annoyed but confused because of his harsh words while staring at his changing face.

She even started to sympathize with him. She was wondering what made him so hostile. Was it because of the struggle between him and Frank for Anayah?

But now since he had officially owned 'Anayah', thought the fake one, he should be happy about it, shouldn't he?

"Master Stefan, I am happy for that and I am willing to take care of you. Since I have married you, I will never keep in touch with anyone else." Emmeline tried her best to avoid pissing him off for the sake of her father.

Stefan stared at her clear eyes which looked quite innocent. He seemed to hold back his harsh words.

"You want to take care of me?" He then went over to open the glass door inside, "Go inside to clean it up! Then clean the bedroom! Both of them!"

He turned around and looked at this girl, letting out a mocking smile. He would like to see how long she could hold on.

He had already investigated everything about Anayah. As a spoiled girl, she had been well raised and had no experience of doing housework.

He would like to see her mad face when hearing his cleaning-up order.

Emmeline nodded with a smile, "Okay, I will do it right away."

While speaking, she went into the bathroom and started to work.

Ten minutes later, Stefan reached the door of the bathroom to check. He saw Emmeline, wearing a knee-length dress, bend over to clean the basin with a towel.

Her fair legs stood straight up while her dress was sometimes lifted up as she bent over to clean the basin thoroughly.

Her hips were slightly revealed beneath her dress, which rendered him intoxicated. He felt like burning with desire. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

'Shit!' It suddenly reminded him of what happened last night. He immediately turned around and left with his wheelchair.

'Shit! What the hell is going on with me!'

He was actually turned on because of her. He had been abstinent for all these years! Though she was his wife, he was still clear about the fat that he married her just to insult Frank.

He wanted nothing but to torture her and made Frank feel pain for that!

Now it was only the beginning. Stefan was sure that Frank would soon come to the island to argue with him. So he was still waiting.

He then left the study and made a call.

After a while, a black car slowly reached the villa. Then a man with a pair of sunglasses got off and walked into the parlor.

"Stefan, I heard that you just got married yesterday, right? Hey, why don't you show me your wife? You just kept her inside?" The man sat on the couch as soon as he walked in.

He looked at Stefan with a smile while tapping the couch, "Why are you asking me here in a hurry? Are you still burning with desire because of your new wife?"

Stefan squinted at this attractive-looking guy. He now had an urge to rush over to tear his mocking face.

"Let's head to the Astor Entertainment Center, right now!" Stefan rolled his wheelchair outside the villa.

The man immediately stood up to follow him, "Hey, Stefan, at least you have to show me your wife first! Arthur hasn't set off yet!"

But soon, the wheelchair went out of the parlor and reached the beach. When Stefan arrived beside the car, he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair and opened the door. Then he got in the car by himself.

The man following behind immediately looked back to check. After making sure that there was no one else behind, he immediately walked to the driver's seat and stepped on the gas.

"Why did you get in by yourself? What if someone else saw you…" He turned around to look at Stefan, who was wearing a dark face. Then the man suddenly cut his words.

After they left, only the wheelchair was left alone on the beach. It swayed as the wind breezed.

Meanwhile, Emmeline finally finished cleaning up the bathroom. She stood up and cleaned her hands.

She was a bit satisfied when seeing the neat bathroom. She smiled as she had been used to doing housework since she was a kid.

She turned around and walked into the bedroom.

Then she saw the dark blue curtain and the quilt with the same color, which was neatly placed on a huge bed, while the size of which was so incredible that it almost occupied half of the

bedroom.