A Miracle Fault

Chapter 7 A Tough Cripple

Emmeline could hear someone taking shower inside. She was wondering if there was a bathroom here.

'What a freak! He even makes his bathroom here.'

However, as she was told to take care of him, she walked over and opened the door.

As expected, there was a bathroom inside. Emmeline raised her head and noticed that the whole room was filled with steam.

She could see a man sitting in a bathtub through the blurry steam. Above him there was a shower head turned on. Waterdrops kept streaming down from his black hairs continuously and went straight forward from his shoulder and strong back. Water was splashing on the side of the bathtub. While his wheelchair was completely wet beside him.

When she just opened the door, Stefan suddenly raised his head, looking repellent.

He stared at the girl standing at the door blankly, "Get out!"

His deep voice sounded angry and horrible. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Emmeline frowned, "But, they told me to take care of you here."

While speaking, she was about to walk over to turn off the shower head.

"Get out!" His cold voice sounded in the steaming bathroom again. It seemed that he was about to explode out of rage.

Emmeline had no choice but to leave and closed the door.

Stefan immediately supported himself up from the bathtub and wrapped himself with a bathrobe. Then he jumped onto his wheelchair in less than a few seconds.

When Emmeline heard him getting off from the bathtub, the door was then opened. Stefan was sitting on the wheelchair with a neat bathrobe.

He soon came to her front and suddenly strangled her neck. He looked so furious that as if he were about to kill her.

Emmeline looked at him with fear. She grabbed his strong hand and struggled, "No…they asked me here to take care of you…"

Emmeline's face was getting bloodshot and her breath turned to be weaker. She stared at him with her blue eyes shedding down tears.

Stefan seemed to be a bit softhearted and then he gradually let go of her.

Actually, his wheelchair was tall. Emmeline was only a bit taller than him while standing by his side.

As soon as he loosened his grip, Emmeline couldn't help coughing.

She suddenly fell down as she felt hard to breath.

She stumbled forward and fell into his arms as she was rendered feeble after being strangled.

As just she fell forward, she supported herself with both hands out of instinct. And she happened to press on his thighs.

Stefan couldn't help gasping out of rage. He frowned, "Get out of here in three seconds!"

Emmeline suddenly noticed that and she immediately withdrew her hands.

"You can't blame me for that! It was you who strangled me!" She stood up and noticed that a trace of hatred flashed across his eyes.

Then Stefan pinched her jaw, "What? You are playing tricks on me? You can't wait to sleep with me as soon as you marry me?"

Their faces were so close to each other that their breath even entangled with each other. Suddenly, she noticed that Stefan's ears turned to be blushed.

The feelings of embarrassment seemed to take place of rage.

He pushed her away, "Don't try to play any tricks on me! Get the hell out of here!" Then he left the study.

Emmeline covered her neck and hurried out of the study. What a horrible man!

'Do he know that I am not Anayah? So he is so indifferent to me?' She thought to herself.

But it was he who tried to take away Anayah from Frank. So Emmeline deemed that he should have a crush on Anayah. However, judging from the way he looked at her, Emmeline seemed to notice that he only hated her.

'What if he knew that I was just a fake one? Will he torture me and even kill me?'

Stefan got into his bedroom and locked the door. He hopped onto the bed.

When he reminded himself that this woman had actually slept with his brother, he was rendered sick. He married her just to insult her and made Frank feel pain.

His eyes seemed to be vicious again.

Emmeline walked out of the study and got into her bedroom. She locked the door as well. Her heart was beating so fast. She had no idea what to do.

She was really afraid that Stefan might probably kill her if he found out that she was actually not Anayah.

She closed her eyes and lay on the bed, feeling desperate.

She gradually fell asleep. When she woke up, it was the morning next day. Then someone was knocking the door. She got up and opened it.

Madison noticed that Emmeline was still wearing the same dress yesterday. She was a bit surprised, "Mrs. Stefan, you stay up for a whole night?"

"No. I just woke up." She answered casually.

"Well, Mrs. Stefan, time for breakfast." Madison looked at her confusedly.

Emmeline went to get some new clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom. After taking shower, she changed her clothes and went downstairs. Then she saw Stefan having breakfast in an elegant manner.

She walked over and sat opposite him, "Good morning."

She was actually a bit frightened and nervous when seeing him being emotionless.

"Just have some breakfast." Stefan stated calmly as if nothing special had happened last night.

"Well, Master Stefan…what can I do after breakfast?"

Emmeline felt bored if she could do nothing else but sleeping and eating. Since she couldn't study in the campus for the time being, she decided to do something to kill time here.

Stefan looked cold as usual while wiping his mouth with tissue. Then he mocked, "What do you want to do? Don't forget that now you are my wife! What you need to do is behave yourself! And just stay here!"

'You want to leave with an excuse as you have just been here for a day. I would like to see how long you can hold on!' Stefan then left on the wheelchair.

Only Emmeline was left alone beside the table, who was staring at his back blankly.

'Alright, he is just a cripple. I know that someone like him tend to be odd and weird.' At the thought of that, Emmeline started to continue with the breakfast.

After breakfast, she walked out of the villa and looked around the sea.

The air was fresh. She walked to the rock on the beach.

She stared at the surface of the sea, silent. She was wondering if Agnes and Lena would go to look for her. And the same with Antonio. She didn't dare to tell them the truth when she left the university.

What if they knew that she married a stranger? Would they blame her for it?

'Sorry, Antonio, I can't decide on my own life. I didn't mean to fail your love. I hope that you can find your beloved one in the future. Wish you happy.' She had been sitting on the rock for an hour. However, Stefan was staring at her from the window on the second floor.

His eyes were so cold and hostile that his gaze was about to penetrate her brain.