His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

87 Frade or Daley?

"It's time to meet my brother," Daley said, looking at me with a tentative look in his eye. He walked in front and I followed him. A gust of cold wind poured in from the exit, and I shivered immediately as I was surrounded by fatigue. My feet were stepping up the steps, and as I approached the exit, my heart felt as if it had been seized by something.

I kept taking deep breaths to ease the tension. The moment I looked up, I saw Frade standing right in front of me. His face was still pale under the yellow light, and his hospital gown was changed into a long dark blue coat. A pair of green eyes staring ahead. His man, Mark, stands behind him with several bodyguards. I noticed that the men had guns at their waists. Their faces were grim, their eyes locked on Daley.

I got a bad feeling. Are they gonna fight?

"Hello, my dear brother." Daley stepped forward and stood in front of Frade. "I'm sorry I couldn't visit you in person at the hospital. You seem to be recovering well."

"B.astard!" Frade immediately punched Daley, and the bodyguards who had been standing behind Daley immediately pulled out pistols and pointed them at Frade. And Mark and his men pulled guns on each other at the same time.

The two sides immediately formed a state of confrontation, and my heart almost squeezed to the throat. But instead of fighting back, Daley wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand after being punched by Frade. I ran to hold Daley.

"Are you all right?" I asked with concern.

"I'm fine," he said to me in a reassuring tone. "Stand behind me. I'll be all right."

"You're still impulsive, my brother," Daley sneered.

"I will never forget what you did to me," Frade said angrily. "You killed the woman I love, and now you want to take my rights away. You should go back to where you belong."

Mia, he remembers Mia. But he doesn't remember me. When did he remember Mia? At the hospital? He thought I was Mia when we first met, and he thought I was a stranger when we met again. I'm not even Mia's stand-in anymore.

Now I should know my place in his heart.

The only thing he could remember was the name Mia. I, on the other hand, was nothing but dust on the window, which disappeared with a gentle blow.

It is cruel to endure pain soberly.

"You messed up the family business. Grandma sent someone to pick me up," Daley said clearly. "If you want to settle old scores with me, I don't mind. But this time, you won't be able to get rid of me."

"No, I'm going to kill you," Frade said, drawing his gun from his belt. I stepped in front of Daley.

"No!" I shouted.

Frade's gun was pointed at me. His eyes hesitated but he didn't fire. Then he looked at Daley behind me with disdain.

"You coward. You let a woman take a bullet for you."

"Back off, little rose," Daley said as he pulled out his pistol, blocking me from behind. I looked uneasily at the two men pointing their guns at each other, their eyes casting murderous glances.

At this critical moment, the mobile phone rang. It's coming from the pockets of Daley and Frade's clothes. The surroundings became very quiet. The two men's phones were ringing and they didn't want to answer. If one of them isn't careful, he gives the other a chance to shoot himself.

Their phones stopped ringing at about the same time, and I saw Mark walk up behind Frade. He held his phone up and put it on the speaker. Now everyone can hear the voice at the other end of the phone.

"Don't fight, my dear grandchildren," said a husky voice over the phone. I couldn't tell if it was a man's voice or a woman's.

"Go home, I need to see you. Arthur, come back with the woman you're with." The phone hung up.

"I guess we'll just have to find another time," Daley said without lowering his gun.

"I'll kill one day." Frade glared at his brother.

"With pleasure!"

They put away their pistols, and Frade got into a car behind him. Mark and his men also left. Their cars drove away leaving only a smell of dust and gasoline.

"Let's go," Daley said to me.

"Do I have to go back with you?" I asked hesitantly. "But I'm not a Logan."

"You're my fiancee, and now you're a Logan," Daley said, "And my grandmother specifically asked me to take you back."

"Why did she want to see me?" I wondered.

"I don't think it's weird that an old lady wants to meet her grandson's future wife," Daley said without looking at me.

I guessed from the tone of his voice that he must be hiding something from me. Had he already told his grandmother about our marriage?

Daley and I got in the Mercedes and drove out of the abandoned factory. I watched the car drive on the dark road again. Where are we going this time? To see that old lady I've never even met? What was she like?

I glanced back as the shadow of the abandoned factory blurred. Gina will be trapped in that dark dungeon forever.

She'll be taken care of.

Then Daley put his hand on my shoulder and let me lean against him. I lay my head in his arms and felt his warm breath. At this moment, I had an impulse to rely on him. Is this true love or an illusion? I can't tell.

But even though I was right next to him, even though I could clearly hear his real heartbeat, I still felt a kind of unspeakable distance between me and him.

"Thank you for protecting me in my hour of need," he whispered in my ear. "I love you!"

My heart gave a violent beat.

But I still have a hard time telling him that I love him. I cannot deceive him, nor can I deceive my heart.

He hugged me tightly, which made me even more uneasy. He probably thinks I love him, too.

The car stopped in front of the gate of a private manor when the automatic iron gate opened and the car drove into the underground parking garage inside the manor. As we walked to the elevator, I saw Frade's back in front of us as he and Mark entered the elevator.

Daley and I got into another elevator. After the elevator reached the target floor, two footmen led us to a room that resembled a conference room. This is a retro-decorated room. All the furnishings are Victorian-designed in style. The oval oak table was in the middle, and Frade came in alone, sitting on the left.

Daley was sitting in the first seat on the right, and I was sitting next to him. I couldn't help but notice Frade's green eyes staring back at me, which made me feel uncomfortable. I purposely looked away to avoid his gaze, and just then the heavy wooden door opened. An old woman was wheeled in by a footman. Her hair was gray and short, and her fingers were neatly manicured. She was bulky and almost full of wheelchairs, but her golden eyes were sharp and gleaming.

The footman pushed the wheelchair to the middle. He left an open bottle of whisky on the table, and then left behind a delicate crystal glass.

"Hi, my grandsons," the old woman said to her two grandsons. "I'm glad you didn't fight, because I didn't want to prepare your coffins so early."

Daley didn't speak. He just sat quietly in his seat. Frade remained silent. They showed no enthusiasm for their grandmother. Then the old woman's eyes shifted to me, and she looked at me carefully for a moment.

"You're the Green girl, aren't you?" Her voice cracked as if she had caught a bad cold.

"My name is Eva Green," I said honestly.

"My name is Vickie," said the old woman. "Arthur told me you would marry, but we will talk about the wedding later. Now, let's talk about who should run the Logan family."

Daley and Frade's faces grew serious, and their eyes had a look of anticipation in them. There can only be one wolf in a pack, and the loser can only be banished.

Frade or Daley?