A Miracle Fault

Chapter 51 Stefan, Let's Break Up!

The girl stood up and smiled bitterly, "Master Stefan, I'm Anayah, your wife." She was drunk and a little dizzy, but only then did she have the courage to stand next to him. Hearing her say she was Anayah, Stefan's lips curled up in a mocking smile, "What are you doing here?"

"... I, I wanted to see you. Master Stefan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let Emmeline, that bitch, replace me. I ... shouldn't have lied to you. I'm sorry, I wanted to ..."

"What do you want?" Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a cold voice, "You want to change back? Right?" He squeezed the hand of Anayah, who was still sitting on the floor with her hands in his lap!

"You don't mind that I'm disabled?" He looked at her coldly.

"No ... I don't care. I'm your wife. I don't care. I'm sorry." Anayah held back the sharp pain in her wrist. She tried to stand up, but the man threw her off hard.

"But I care! Anayah, you are so naive. Do you think you can do whatever you want? Hmm? I'm telling you now, you were right not to marry me. If you had been my wife instead, your life would have turned to be a living hell. If you are smart enough, you should bring your credentials tomorrow for the divorce."

Stefan took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands, then threw it to the ground and turned to push his wheelchair toward the car.

"No, I'm not going to divorce. Stefan, since you stole the presidency, you have to marry me. Because I'm the real president's wife!" Anayah was so drunk that she didn't even know what she was saying.

The man ignored her and just got into the car. Chand closed the door and the car slowly left Astor Entertainment Center.

And in front of Astor Entertainment Center stood a man. It was Frank who just came down from upstairs. He had been waiting upstairs for hours and hadn't seen Stefan.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth. "Good! Stefan, since you are so heartless, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

When he walked downstairs, he saw Anayah on the floor apologizing to Stefan and saying that she didn't mind that he was disabled.

The blood in his body flowed backward. Anayah, the bitch, really had fantasies about Stefan.

The woman he had truly fallen in love with all these years was such a bitch! Even though he hadn't been president, his status was high enough considering marrying Anayah.

He looked angrily at the woman, who was kneeling on the ground like a dog and praying, and blue veins stood out on his temples. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When Stefan left, he stepped forward, grabbed Anayah, and slapped her across the face.

Anayah hadn't collected herself yet, and the burning pain in her face made her look up, and then she saw Frank's cold, horrible face.

"Frank, why did you hit me?"

She covered her face in confusion. This man had always doted on her so much, and now he was hitting her!

"Why, you can't wait to seduce Stefan? Anayah, I didn't expect you to be so cheap. He just became the president, and you can't wait to hook up with him. Don't forget that you are my woman! Do you think he cares if you go back and marry him? Stop daydreaming. You just divorce him and don't cheat on me!"

He pulled the girl angrily towards the parking lot.

"You let go of me! ...Frank, you bastard!" Anayah was hit by him and now dragged along by him. Her hands hurt like hell.

She had never hated Frank as much as she did at this moment. How could he hit her!

No matter how much the girl struggled, Frank opened the car door, threw her in violently, and locked the door.

He sat on the driver's seat and prepared to drive home. Anayah grabbed him by the shoulder in the back, "Put me down. I'm not riding in your car. Frank, I didn't expect you are a scum who beats women. I thought wrong about you!"

Frank sneered, "You just know you were wrong now? It's too late! Stay right where you are, or I don't mind showing you how a scum I am in the car, and then showing Stefan what a shameless woman you are!"

Anayah glared at him fiercely. In all these years, she had never seen this man being so ruthless.

In fact, Frank really liked Anayah, but this time, he saw that Anayah was only good to him for the sake of being the president's wife in the future.

And now as soon as Stefan took the presidency, she abandoned him to seduce Stefan. Her action was just like stabbing his heart with a knife again. How could he treat her as well as before?

When they arrived at the villa, Frank opened the car door and pulled Anayah out, and headed inside.

Anayah couldn't break from his grip even though she was struggling hard, plus she was drunk and dizzy.

Frank pulled her into the villa and threw her on the couch.

Anayah's visions blurred. She had just sat up while her jaw was clamped hard by him. Frank kissed her, not giving her any chance to escape.

Anayah did not return to the Campbell family until late at night. Disoriented, she opened the door and collapsed on the floor of the living room.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Stefan returned to the villa. Paul helped him into his wheelchair, however, he got up directly from the wheelchair and strode into the villa.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Emmeline was lying on her side, asleep, with a book in her hand. She had fallen asleep reading the book.

Stefan gently took the book out of her hand and saw that it was his textbook which he had used for study at school.

How badly this girl wanted to go to school that she was even holding that book in her sleep?

Stefan took his pajamas and went into the bathroom and took a shower. He felt very sick thinking about how drunk Anayah looked outside Astor Entertainment Center tonight.

He put on his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom and gently lifted the covers to sleep on the bed. Then he hugged the girl's soft body, smelled the fragrance of her body, and closed his eyes.

His fatigue slowly dissipated, and he was sure once again that he wanted this girl.

He even thanked Anayah for sending this girl to him. If it weren't for her, what kind of life he would have led and how long it would have tormented him?

The next day, Emmeline opened her eyes and saw herself sleeping in a warm embrace. She slowly looked up and saw the man's handsome face, feeling sweet.

She looked at the man's eyebrows and eyes, his nose and the corners of his lips, and delicately depicted them in her mind. This man's face seemed to have been engraved in her heart.

She gently withdrew from his embrace, picked up the brush beside her, and casually drew a picture.

A picture of Stefan's sleeping face appeared in front of her and she smiled softly.

The man opened his dark eyes and saw her smiling as she looked at the portrait in her hand.

"Bring it here. Let me see." In fact, he had woken up long ago, but he just didn't want to disturb her from painting him.

Emmeline handed the portrait over shyly and Stefan's eyes lit up, "Honey, it's so like me."

He looked up at the girl who was smiling, "I never thought I would look so handsome. No wonder you can't take your eyes off me every time you look at me."

"..."

When did she not take her eyes off? He was just too narcissistic.

But she still smiled and said, "Does it really look like you?" She wasn't sure.

"Well, yes!" He took her hand and pulled her into his arms, "Your husband has already been a model for you once. Now he should get some return from you."

Emmeline's little face flushed. He actually said he was her husband. How could he be so shameless?

Before Emmeline could say anything, he had already kissed her with his warm lips.