A Miracle Fault

Chapter 11 Another Request

Stefan couldn't help wondering if she was his wife. She looked so young and cute just like a little girl.

However, when he recalled that Frank was drunk today just because of her, he immediately sat up straight and glared at her.

Then he let out a sneer, 'Well, Anayah Campbell, you are so pretty. No wonder Frank is so obsessed with you and it makes him feel pain!'

Then his eyes turned to be gloomy and cold again. He turned off the lamp and left the room.

He returned to his bedroom and stood up to walk over to the window. Then he fixed his eyes on the sea, looking lonely.

After a while, Paul knocked on the door and walked in. He saw Stefan standing on the balcony.

He slowly approached and said, "Master Stefan, I have got the information you wanted."

"Mrs. Stefan didn't call anyone today. And she only texted three students studying in B University." Paul then showed him the result.

Stefan squinted at it.

"Students in B University? She didn't contact Frank?" Stefan assumed that Frank made himself drunk just because he didn't get a call from her.

"No. I have checked her call records. She has never contacted Master Frank!" Looking at his cold face, Paul slowly stepped back to get out of the study.

'Never? She must have changed her phone. I know how scheming you are, Frank! She cried in her bedroom and you got yourself drunk in the club! What a coincidence!'

Stefan squinted coldly, pondering again.

In the early morning, Emmeline was woken up when someone was knocking the door. She immediately opened her eyes and got up.

Madison was standing at the door, "Mrs. Stefan, Master Stefan told you to get to the dining room."

Emmeline was wondering why she had to go to the dining room so early.

"Okay, I will be right there!" She turned around and changed her clothes. After washing up herself, she went downstairs.

Stefan sat beside the table elegantly, waiting for the two servants serving him dishes.

Emmeline raised her head to look at him. Then she looked at those dishes.

'Are you sure you are going to finish all these dishes? What a waste!' She complained in her mind.

But she still walked over and spooned him a bowl of soup, "Master Stefan, here you are."

Stefan kept his lips pressed, "Peel me the shrimps."

Emmeline then sat down and peeled shrimps for him.

She kept working on the shrimps with her fair hands, looking experienced. And she raised her head to look at him from time to time.

However, Stefan still frowned, looking a bit sullen.

"Why don't you put gloves on your hands? Don't you know that I want everything to be clean?"

Emmeline's face was rendered blushed. She suddenly remembered that he was actually a neat freak.

She picked up those peeled shrimps and ate them all. Then she went to the kitchen and put on a pair of gloves. After that, she continued to peel shrimps.

When seeing that, Stefan seemed to be mad again.

"I told you to peel them instead of eating them all!"

Emmeline stopped and raised her head to look at him. "But you don't want them because I peeled them with bare hands, do you? So I have to eat them all!" She just didn't want those shrimps to be wasted.

Stefan still remained silent. Seeing that all those peeled shrimps were gone, he looked livid!

'What the hell are you thinking? Why don't you peel those crabs! You have to finish all those shrimps? Moron!'

"Eat them all since you peeled them!" Stefan picked up a sushi beside and ate it.

Emmeline stopped to look at him, "But it was you who told me to peel them!" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stefan was rendered mad. He slammed the chopsticks on the table, "I told you to peel them, but not all of them! You can't even finish such a simply thing?"

Emmeline looked at him with her lips pressed, "I did peel those shrimps well since you told me to do so! If you don't want them, I will finish them all!"

Looking at her blue eyes and then the rest of the shrimps in his bowl, Stefan pushed the bowl in her front, "Get them all!"

Emmeline took off the gloves, "Are you sure you don't want them?"

"It cloyed me even if I was just simply looking at it!" Then he rolled his wheelchairs to leave the dining room. Only Emmeline was left behind, looking confused while fixing her eyes on those shrimps.

'Well, what a freak!'

She then took the chopsticks and started to eat them.

Stefan was looking at her as he got into the elevator, who was wolfing down those shrimps. He then turned his head aside awkwardly.

She gulped so crazily that she didn't even look like a spoiled girl from a rich family.

At the thought of that, he couldn't help frowning.

As he went into the bedroom, he locked the door and stood on the balcony. He slender legs and nice figure even highlighted his elegance.

Paul pushed the door opened, seeing that he was standing on the balcony. Paul immediately closed the door, "Master Stefan, that's the books you wanted."

Stefan turned around and saw Paul holding a few huge books. Then he made him put them on the desk.

"Are you going to make Mrs. Stefan read them all?" Paul was a bit sympathetic to her.

"She said that she wanted to take care of me, didn't she? These are the books to teach her how to take care of me! If she is not patient enough, she will definitely make a scene a few days later. I would like to see how long she could keep on pretending!"

Stefan turned around and sat beside the desk, "Tell her to come here when she finishes."

He would leave for France a few days later. So he would like to see if she could still keep pretending during these days.

"Yes, sir!"

When Paul went downstairs, he noticed that Emmeline had just finished. He smiled at her, "Mrs. Stefan, have you finished? Master Stefan wants you to go into the study."

'Again? But I have just cleaned up both the bathroom and bedroom yesterday.'

But she still nodded and went upstairs. Then she knocked on the door.

"Come in." His deep and cold voice sounded again.

She pushed the door opened and saw him sitting on the wheelchair. The sunlight coming through the window shed on him, making the top of his head gilt.

"Master Stefan, what can I do for you?" Emmeline still kept a distance from him.

"I need to have my legs massaged every day because they might sag if time goes by. So you have to learn massage every day." He looked at his own legs and then shifted his gaze at her.

Emmeline was stunned, "But I don't know how to massage. Perhaps it would be better to hire a professional doctor to do that."

After all, she didn't major in medical skills.

Stefan then pointed at those books on the desk, "You can learn from them! I marry you just because it is you who should take care of me, instead of a doctor!"

Emmeline couldn't see his face clearly as he was sitting with his back on the sunlight. But he simply ignored her and went over to check the files.

Emmeline walked over to see those books. They were all about some medical skills of massage and taking care of the disabled.

Emmeline didn't say anything else. She just took one of them and was about to return to her bedroom. But Stefan said again, "Stay here to read it! And get prepared for massage tonight!"

"But…"

"What? Are you going to refute? I remembered that you said you would take care of me on the first day you arrived! But now you lost your patience?" Stefan stared at her cute and tiny face with his cold gaze. And he happened to look into her watery and innocent eyes.