His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

72 I've Fallen in Love With You

"Please keep your promise and let those poor girls go home."

I knew I was going to die, so I subconsciously said what I cared about most. Even though I couldn't finish my revenge, I had promised the girls that I would let them go home. I hope Daley keeps his word after he kills me.

"Do it." Before I closed my eyes, I saw his calm face. There was no emotion in his eyes.

Then I heard the sound of a pistol hitting, and something fell heavily on the carpet. So I opened my eyes and saw Daley wrestling with Robert.

"You're going to pay for this," Robert roared, his gun snatched by Daley and tossed aside. He reached for the low table with one hand in search of a weapon. A bottle of orange tequila spilled on the table. I grabbed his fat hand in case he attacked Daley with a bottle.

"I'm not going to kill you, man," said Daley. His body pressed against Robert's as he clamped his legs around Robert's body. And then he hit Robert over the head with the butt of his gun.

Now Robert was silent, his forehead bleeding. Daley ripped his belt from Robert's waist, bound his hands, and then bound his feet with Robert's tie.

"He's lost too much blood," I reminded Daley. I know he didn't mean to kill Robert, or he wouldn't have tied Robert's hands and feet.

"You stay here with him. I'll be right back," Daley said as he walked out of the room.

Soon he came back with a medicine box in his hand. I remember it was the first aid box he used on the island. Daley put Robert's body on the couch and began to treat the cut on his forehead.

I noticed the black pistol that Robert dropped was right at my feet. It lay still on the red carpet, the black muzzle of the gun opening in my direction. I gingerly moved my foot over.

"Daley, you're doomed," Robert said, opening his eyes as Daley disinfected his wounds. His neck and face were red with anger.

"You'd better shut up and let me treat you," Daley said as he applied ointment to his wound. "If you didn't want to live, you should have told me earlier."

"You broke our friendship over a woman," Robert said, glancing at me. "She's not worth it."

I stared at him. If he hadn't been hurt, I'd have kicked his ass. The old man's mouth is as ugly as his face.

"Don't get me wrong, honey. I'm not saying you're bad. It's just that I've seen better women who look like you," Robert said with a sneer.

"Maybe I should punch another hole in your head," I said to him with a smile.

"Okay, I'm done with the wound." Daley tossed the bloody medical swab onto the table. He took a tissue from the tissue box on the table and wiped the blood from his hands.

"Forget about it," said Daley, looking at Robert from the side of the sofa. "We're still friends."

"Daley, you know the drill," Robert said, looking disappointed. "Why do you have to keep this woman alive? I remember you being a stickler for rules."

"What's it going to take for you to keep it a secret?" Daley said in a negotiating tone. "I'll take 15% of the profits. You can have the rest."

"Love is the poison that makes you lose your mind," Robert laughs.

"I think you don't want the money," said Daley, his half-closed eyes glinting.

"10%" Robert looted a burning house. He wanted to get up and sit on the couch, but his body was so fat that he had to lie down.

"Deal," Daley said without thinking.

"Now I'm going to let you sleep, and when you wake up you'll have a million dollars in your account," Daley said as he took a syringe out of his medicine box and pushed it up with his thumb. A few drops of white liquid splashed from the needle.

Daley stuck the needle into the vein in Robert's arm, and I watched as he quickly closed his eyes. As he pulled the needle out of Robert's arm, I pointed the gun Robert had dropped at the back of his head.

"Now it's our turn to talk," I said as I stood behind him, remembering how he had just pointed a gun at me and tried to kill me.

"You're getting smarter!" Daley's back is to me, and he slowly raises his hands.

"Turn around, don't play games." My eyes were fixed on his every move.

"Be careful," Daley said, fixing his eyes on my finger holding the gun. "I don't think you're that good a shot."

"Even with a simple pistol, I can guarantee that one shot will blow your head off," I warned him.

He smiled and said, "I saved you again just now. If I remember correctly, I saved you at least three times. So this is how you repay me? Shoot me in the head."

"But I remember you were trying to kill me," I snorted.

"Can't you see I'm trying to help you?" He sighed deliberately. "I thought you'd understand me."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense," I said. "Tell me, what is your relationship with the Logan Family?"

"My relationship with the Logan Family?" He squinted at me. "You are curious about the Logan family. Are you in love with a Logan? Who is he?"

"Shut up and don't talk nonsense to me." I knew he was trying to play tricks again. "If you don't answer my question, I can't guarantee that this pistol will not fire."

"Answer my question seriously," I said out loud. "What exactly is your relationship with the Logan Family?"

"I think we should take the questions one by one," he said softly.

"Do you really not understand why I saved you again? Don't you want to know the answer?"

"I don't care."

"But I do." He paused, his golden eyes looking at me like hooks. The little drops of blood on the silver mask were like red poppies in full bloom. It almost fascinates me.

He was silent, and for the first time I saw love in his eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, and the way he looked at me suddenly made me feel flustered and uneasy. I never thought he would look at me like that.

"Because I've fallen in love with you." He looked at me in the eye and I was moved. My eyes even unconsciously avoid his eyes.

Is he telling the truth?

Suddenly, he came at me like a wolf. He inserted the needle of the syringe he was holding into the skin of my neck.

I could feel the slight pain of the needle piercing into my skin. His hand tightened around my shoulder. The potion had an immediate effect, and my vision began to blur, and my body began to weaken unconsciously.

"I meant what I said," he whispered in my ear.