His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

51 He Is Daley

"Good morning!" The masked man smiled politely as he walked into the room.

"I thought it would be a doctor!" I blurted out. Seeing this man on such a bright morning made me forget how to use polite language. My heart has a certain expectation, but also a kind of embarrassment.

"I am a doctor!" The man put a first-aid box on the table in the room. He opened the box and took out a stethoscope and a medical flashlight.

"Come and lie down on the bed," he said.

I went over and lay down on the bed. He expertly placed one end of the stethoscope on my chest. The moment the silver metal touched my skin, I felt a chill pierce my heart through my skin. All my pores went into a state of tension at once. As he bent over me, I could smell the faint natural scent of flowers on his body.

He turned out to be a doctor. Does this mean that he examined me and treated me while I was in a coma? I remember the strange gentle touch when I was in a coma. It was him.

"You're doing well!" He took the stethoscope off his ear and turned to take a syringe from his medicine box.

"I'm going to give you a glucose injection. This is the last one." He stuck a tiny needle into my vein. "Starting tomorrow, you need to get more nutrients out of your food. You need to eat more!"

When the needle went into my skin, I didn't feel any pain. His skillful movements told me that he was a qualified doctor.

A mysterious doctor who plays the violin in the middle of the night.

"I don't even know your name!" I watched as he pressed the q-tip on the back of my hand. It took him about a minute to throw the bloody q-tip into the trash can.

"Everyone on this island calls me Daley. What about you?" He began to pack his medicine box.

"Eva!" I didn't tell him my last name. I decided not to use the name Green. I despised the name Green.

Mickle Blanton, I hear that voice again in my head.

I heard the medicine box close and he turned to face me. I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at him. The mask on the man's face was silver. His white shirt was the same color as the walls of the room, and his golden eyes were as bright as the stars at night. I wanted to find something to talk about to get closer to him, but his calm attitude made me feel intimidated.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He said.

"Yes." I looked up at him, his golden eyes as calm as a lake.

He read my mind.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Thank you!" I smiled at him.

"I think you should change first. I asked Rita to put some new clothes in the closet," he said, picking up the first aid box. "I'll wait for you downstairs!"

I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. Oh! Oh, my God! That's when I realized I was wearing a very thin linen nightgown, and I wasn't wearing a bra.

My cheeks and ears felt a sudden burst of heat, as if there were many ants crawling on them. He must have seen something.

It's okay, Eva. Just think of it like a regular doctor checking on a patient. Maybe I'm wrong. I comfort myself.

Opening the closet, I found a yellow floral top and a pair of light blue jeans. I took a silk scarf to tie up my hair as a scrunchie, and when everything was ready I went down the stairs.

He was sitting on the black sofa in the living room downstairs and stood up as soon as he saw me. I found that the color in this house is mainly black and white. There isn't much decoration here either. Everything seems so simple.

"Let's take a walk in the garden," he said.

I followed him to the garden where I first met him last night. The garden was small and we all slowed down. The breeze gently brushed my face. The white roses and poppies were enchanting in the bright sunlight.

The red of the poppy combines with the white of the rose, which is like a wedding dress with blood. It's an eerie and mysterious beauty.

"Why did you plant the poppy with the rose?" I asked.

"Don't you think they are the most beautiful combination of natural scenery?" He stopped in front of a poppy flower and held out a hand to stroke the red petals. His gaze was as if he were looking at his lover.

"I don't know!" I glanced at the poppy in his hand. I have to admit that the poppy had a special beauty, but I can't deny its toxicity.

"The people of pudding have been growing poppies for a living, but they have never appreciated its beauty." He plucked a poppy and handed it to me. "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

I nodded. "But I've never seen a white rose with a poppy. Does that mean something?"

He picked another white rose and intertwined the roots of the two so that they looked like twins.

"Black and white, good and evil," he muttered. "Isn't that what it is?"

I looked at the flowers in his hands and there was a moment of silence. He was like a preacher preaching his inner thoughts and beliefs to everyone. A moment ago, he was a doctor. Now he is more like a religious man with wisdom. As he gazed at me, I saw the abyss.

"You saved me at the White House b.rothel, didn't you?" I remember his boots and his silver mask, and just as I was about to fall into the abyss, I thought of him as Frade, my knight.

"I was attacking the White House, and you grabbed my feet and begged me to save you!" His tone was calm, as if he were saying something unremarkable.

"You have a grudge against Ms. Carey?" I asked curiously. "Why did you attack her b.rothel?"

"I actually attacked the b.rothel to teach the Karr brothers a lesson," he says. "The brothel was run by them and Carey. The Karr brothers find the women, and Carey, the old lady, sells them. The Karr brothers offend me, and I don't like their crime of trafficking women." As he spoke, he tore the petals from the roots of two flowers, and crumbled them up.

"So did you succeed in your attack?" I asked. "Were the women rescued? Would you send them back?"

He gently blew away the petals in his hand, and the wind swept the red and white petals into the air like snowflakes.

"No!" He said coldly.

"Why?" I was anxious, "Since you saved me, why not save them?"

"I did what I had to do. It served my purpose to make the Karr brothers' business suffer. As for other women, I think they should take advantage of the chaos and run. Besides, I have no obligation to save them."

"But why did you save me?" I asked unwillingly.

"Because you were begging me!" He smiled sarcastically and stared at me with his golden eyes for a few seconds. "You were begging me like a dog!"

His words provoked me at once. I know I shouldn't be mad at the person who saved my life, but when he said I was like a dog, it hurt me inside. His indifference and arrogance made me forget that I should have thanked him for his rescue.

"Then I don't need your help now. Thank you for all you've done for me!" I glared at him, then walked quickly toward the door.

I got ta get out of here. I'm gonna find the others. I'm gonna find a boat and I'm gonna go back to Manhattan. I know I can do it.

As I pushed open the heavy steel door, an old jeep suddenly sped in my direction. The noise of the engine forced me to stay where I was. It was a sign of danger.

Then a dirty hand came out of the window of the car and I saw a gray package lying on the ground. It was within 30 feet of me. Before I could react, a pair of hands pulled me back. He took my hand and ran back as fast as he could.

At the sound of the explosion, the man pressed his body against mine. I feel like my ears are going deaf, and this time I'm closer to death.