Chapter 3

"Bang--" a dull sound falling at the ground. Natasha was startled. She quickly put down her vacuum cleaner and went upstairs. Edward Busch fell to the ground, his body curled up, his forehead veins exposed, and the familiar wheelchair was rolling over not far behind him. "Let me help you." She walked over subconsciously. "Stop." The man spoke coldly, and Natasha was scared by him. She stopped walking and stood at the side of the stairs. The man ignored Natasha's cold and stern eyes, propped up the floor with his hands, and wanted to sit back in a wheelchair. He does not like people touching him. But he seemed to overestimate his strength, and when he was still some distance from his wheelchair, his legs suddenly lost strength, and he fell uncontrollably to the floor. The man's eyebrows frowned, unwillingly patted his legs, and his eyes were full of hatred. Natasha looked at him with a sad expression. She ignored the man's instructions and helped him back to the wheelchair. A burst of fragrance went into his nose, Edward Busch frowned, anger had not yet fully risen in him, and a tender little hand was put on his shoulder to let him breathe. "Sir, sit tight!" Natasha helped him with difficulty. She immediately looked up and wiped his forehead. She revealed a pure smile at him. The smile was warm and infectious, making Edward's anger gradually disappeared again. "Sir, are you hurt?" Natasha asked with concern. Edward avoided her eyes and originally wanted to turn away again, but he could not help but answer. "No." The man, his voice was quite lovely! "Sir, your voice is so nice. Why did you not talk more often?" Nice voice? "Are you talking about me?" Edward raised his eyes, looked at the girl's immature and simple little face in front of him, and asked in a heavy voice. "Yes!" Natasha nodded her head. "I do not like it." His voice was still cold and fierce, but in Natasha's eyes, the corner of his lips arced. His eyes also had a bit of tenderness. The picture fell into Sam Miller's eyes as he came down from upstairs, and he could not help being dazed. "Mr. Busch, were you laughing?" Natasha saw Sam at a glance. She was afraid that Sam thought she was lazy, so she quickly went on doing housework. When the evening came. The guest left. Natasha quietly came to Edward's study outside and knocked on the door, then a man's low voice spoke from the inside, "What is it?" Natasha stood outside the door, and after a while, she slightly opened the door. "Mr. Busch, can I borrow some money from you?" Natasha was still outside the room, embarrassed. If she had a choice, she would not ask a stranger to borrow money. There was no response in the room for a long time. Natasha weakly bent down her head, knowing that it seemed that she was rejected, she felt really sad. Just as she turned to leave, a man's low voice spoke again, "Come in." Did he agree? Natasha was so happy that she immediately went straight in. "Thank you, Mr. Busch!" Natasha's voice was a little excited. The study had a strong smell of ink, and under the warm light, the man's outline was angular. Natasha quietly glanced at it and then quickly bent down her head. "Do not be so excited. I have not promised to help you yet." The man leaned on the leather sofa, and his heavy eyes looked at the skinny girl in front of him. His tone was careless. He had no reason to help the girl in front of him, but he was a little bored at the moment, so he planned to make things difficult for her. "Tell me, why should I help you?" "Because I am diligent, positive, caring for the weak, sick, and disabled..." At the last word, Edward's eyes sank, and even the temperature in the room dropped several degrees! "Get out." He spoke with a cold voice. Natasha made Edward annoyed, she just really could not control her mouth. She did not dare to stay longer at the expression of Edward's cold anger, so she lowered her head and wanted to go outside in a hurry. Just then, the door opened. Sam walked in front of Edward and bent down respectfully, "Mr. Busch, Miss Alicia Walsh should have arrived in Germany by now. Please rest early and stop thinking about her." Miss Alicia Walsh was Edward's fiancée. She never appeared in the villa after learning of Edward's accident. At that time, it was their wedding date, but Alicia went abroad to study. As a result, it was rumored that Miss Alicia disliked Mr. Busch because of his disabled legs, so she escaped. Edward would be sad if that matter was mentioned, and Sam could only look at him cautiously. Who knew, after looking at Edward, his expression was not as horrible as Sam imagined. Edward's eyes fell on the skinny figure who was about to go out. "Wait, do you not need money?" He suddenly spoke in an uncertain tone. Natasha turned around unexpectedly and turned back unbelievably, "Me? Will you lend me money? Thank you, Mr. Busch. You are really a good man." "But I have one condition." He said "What condition?" "Marry me." Marry him? She thought she heard it wrong, so she waited for a while to ask Edward, "What are you talking about?"