His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

94 Stay Away From My Fiancee

"I think I should go now." My wound is aching again. The sensation of tearing made my breathing short.

The figure outside the window moved quickly. Daley opened Frade's door and pulled the injured man out of the car. I pushed open the door and ran over, as Daley's fist landed in Frade's face.

"Stop!" I shouted.

Daley, however, held my hand tightly to keep me away from Frade, and the more I tried to break free, the tighter his grip became. I saw blood coming from the corner of Frade's mouth. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand and said to Daley with a sneer.

"Now we're even!"

"You'd better stay away from my fiancee," Daley said, every word revealing his displeasure and hatred.

"Then you have to watch your fiancee, because the Moore family is watching her," Frade said of Daley. "If I were you, I wouldn't let my fiancee get picked on by another man."

"I don't need you to tell me what to do," Daley said, taking my hand and walking back. I looked back at Frade. He was smiling at me, a goodbye smile.

Something was pressing against my chest and making me breathless. I try to keep my eyes from getting wet. I took a deep breath and let Daley pull me back into the room.

I had to re-stitch the wound that was going to tear. The memory came to me like water dripping from a crack in the wood floor. If I didn't stop it, it would have caused a flood. I don't want to drown in tears. It would be too painful.

Daley took me back to my room. After opening the door, he pressed my body against the back of the door and pressed one hand against my carotid artery. His breath was like the wrath of the beast.

"Why are you with him?" He looked at me with those golden eyes like swords, and the terror that was emanating from him rapidly enveloping me.

"Ron caught me at the club, and Frade saved me," I said truthfully.

"Lie."

"I don't have to lie to you."

I knew he wouldn't believe me. An angry man believes what he believes for a reason, true or false.

"You said you didn't care what happened between me and him." I knew it would upset him, but I couldn't resist saying, "Just think of it as something that really happened between me and him."

He pressed harder on me, and I felt something blocking my airway. I couldn't help but open my mouth to breathe, just as my vision was about to blur. Daley let go of his hand and he watched me gasp in silence.

"I will verify whether you are telling the truth or not," he said, turning to the French windows and taking out his mobile phone to make a call. I couldn't hear what he was saying, so I went into the bathroom, stripped naked, and turned on the shower to let the water wash over me.

Those clothes still have the smell of Frade .

The steam blurred the glass door of the bathroom, and through the sound of the water I heard the door of the bathroom open. A figure stood outside the blurred door. He just watched me take a bath in silence.

"I'm sorry." Daley's voice came through the door into my ear, and I pretended not to hear it as I continued to bathe.

Then I heard the glass door open and Daley walked in naked. I turned my back on him and ignored him. But his hands went behind my back and held my breasts.

"Forgive me, Eva," he whispered in my ear, his hands caressing my breasts.

Tears mixed with water trickled down my cheeks. The wound in my heart was still torn open. Painkillers. I need painkillers.

"I had the Sky investigated tonight, and you were right," he said, apologetically. "I should have trusted you."

Maybe he never believed me. I laughed at myself.

I didn't speak. He hugged me from behind and his lips kissed the back of my neck. I didn't refuse. I tried not to let him know I was crying.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you," he continued. "I'm going to cut that son of a b.itch Ron up and feed him to the Sharks."

When a man feels sorry, he makes all kinds of promises, whether he can or not. Finally, only warm water dripped down my face. I opened my mouth slightly and took a deep breath. He thought it was my response to him.

This is the precursor of a woman's decision to forgive a man.

"Please, forgive me," he said, resting his head gently on my shoulder.

Just now he was trying to kill me, and now he's clinging to me like a cat. Men are so fickle.

'Arthur has so many secrets in his heart that he will do something extreme.'

Does this have something to do with his mother? Vickie said Daley's mother was mentally ill.

So that's what's making him fickle and twisted?

I have seen him play his violin in the moonlight, and I have seen the cruelty of his methods. He has taught me how to hunt in the dark forest, and he has taught me how to appease my resentments. There seemed to be an unclipped thread between me and Daley that held us together.

"I will not let you go," he whispered. "Fate has bound us together. We are meant to be together. No one can separate us."

Which one is the real him? Water vapor blurred my vision. Frade's appearance was gradually disappearing from my eyes. Instead, Daley's face, the silver mask of his face, was clear.

His hands caressed my body. He slid one hand into my secret garden, the other holding my n.ipples between his fingers. My body shivered slightly as if it had been electrocuted.

My body is honest, and she responds instinctively as well as enjoying the caress. My n.ipples are getting hard, and the wet water is blocking the vaginal opening waiting to erupt.

I knew he was waiting for me to beg him.

Men are patient enough at this time. They are more eager to hear women begging. This can add a sense of conquest to a man's lovemaking experience.

It is a man's nature to conquer.

"Just f.uck me!" I finally begged him.

"F.uck me hard."

"As you wish!" He bent over me and put my hands on the bathroom wall. Then he spread my legs and shoved his erection into me. I let out a soft cry.

His thrust was accompanied by a sudden sting, and then he began thrusting hard into my body. The fingers of my hands were almost caught in the tiles of the wall. The sound of running water accompanied my screams, and his p.enis kept pushing deeper and deeper into my body.

I screamed and screamed, and warm water poured into my ears and my mouth. Then he pulled his p.enis out of my body, turned my body toward him and made me kneel.

He shoved his penis into my mouth and a stream of sticky, salty semen shot into my mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and squeezed my cheek with one hand. I saw his half-ruined face.

At that moment, I finally understood why I could not leave him. Because he's the other version of me. It was my life that was ruined.

The seed of the poppy has been planted in my heart, and now it has taken root. The petals of evil are expanding, and she will cover all the light.

"I love you!"

When he said these words, I felt the distance between us was still so far away.