His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

79 The Game of Hunter

"Hello, my little rose!" Daley's calm voice came over the phone just as I was about to despair. It gave me hope again.

"Please help me," I pleaded.

"At your service," Daley said. "There's a black car waiting for you outside the alley. Don't worry about the police. I've sent them away."

When I hung up, I looked in the direction of the alley. After making sure the two policemen hadn't caught up with me, I walked out of the alley and saw a black Maybach parked on the side of the road. The car door was open and I could see a light silver glow from the back seat.

It's Daley. He's sitting in the car.

"Are you spying on me?" I sat down beside him in a dejected tone. He's been following me. He even saw me sleeping in the park. He's just waiting for me to ask him for help.

"I told you that you would come back to me." He reached out and gently touched the wound on my face. "I hope these wounds will make you understand that you have to learn to bow your head at the right time."

The real goal of hunters is to train their prey to be their pets.

"Does it hurt?" He stares at my face. There was a trace of pity in his deep golden eyes, but they were soon gone. He is always good at hiding his emotions.

"No." I still cannot change the stubborn habit.

The air conditioning in the car made me wrap my arms around my body. I felt that my body temperature was dropping due to lack of energy.

Daley took off his coat and put it over me. His movements were extremely gentle. Then he told the driver in front to drive the car back to the hotel. I didn't talk to him on the way, but I knew we were going to talk after all.

When I got back to my room, the housekeeper brought me some delicious food. After I ate my food, I took a shower and fell asleep in bed. I was so tired that when I woke up, the sun was already setting.

Daley was sitting on the couch waiting for me. With a glass of wine in one hand, he looked out the French window at the city, as if in deep thought.

"I think we should talk." I sat across from him.

"I'm listening," he said, glancing at the short dress I was wearing. I subconsciously pulled it down over my bare thighs. Daley smiled at me.

"I'm no stranger to your body."

"What do you want?" I asked him directly. "I can't believe you would help me for free. After all, I'm a wanted one by the police. You won't get yourself in trouble."

"You know I like trouble," he said. "And you know I like you."

"That's a lie," I retorted. "It's ridiculous to say you like me. You don't mind me sleeping with other men."

I thought of the waiter in the Mexican Hotel wearing a blue bow tie. He said he didn't mind.

"I allow your body to be free, just as I don't care that you slept with Frade," he said coolly, "Because I know your heart will always be mine."

"Please don't say that again." I tried not to think about pudding. "I think what happened in pudding was a mistake."

"A mistake?" He sneered. "So what happened between you and Frade was a mistake too?"

"What do you want?" I didn't want to talk about Frade in front of him, so I changed the subject. Even though I know I can't pay him anything right now.

"Marry me," he said. "I can really protect you if you become a Logan."