His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

95 Frade's Fiancee

We lay naked on the big bed and the lights went out in the room. The moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silver ribbon on the carpet. The night breeze carried the faint fragrance of the flowers and wrapped my body like a gossamer.

At that moment, the world seemed to quiet down. Time stopped. I heard only the sound of breathing and the sound of the wind. How I wish that time would stop forever, no worries, no pain and sorrow.

"I think we should talk," Daley said, breaking the silence. He looked at me sideways with one hand resting on his head. "About the flash drive."

"You're such a wet blanket." I turned my back on him. I knew I had to talk to him about the flash drive sooner or later, but not now.

.

"So you came back from Vegas to talk to me about this?" I said unhappily. "You're in a hurry, Daley."

"I came back to see you," he whispered in my ear. "Because I can't bear the nights without you. Your breath and heartbeat have become the most important part of my life. I miss you."

He said, stroking my cheek with his fingers, as he had done at night when I was asleep. At this moment, we seem to be back on Pudding Island.

"Then let's talk about it." I turned my body to face him. Since some problems cannot be avoided, I might as well face them directly.

"I hope we can be honest with each other this time," I said, "Because I have a lot of questions for you, too."

"Then let's solve the problem about the flash drive first." He became interested. "Will you consider my suggestion to work with your father? temporarily."

"Actually, he's not my father. His name is Mikeal," I corrected him, "We don't have to actually work with him. We can keep a copy of the contents of the flash drive in advance. After he has really dropped my charges, we can turn the evidence of his crimes over to the police."

I can't trust a weasel like Mikeal. I need Plan B. I learned the hard way when I was sold to pudding. If I had not saved him, I would not have been set up by him.

"But Mikeal is no fool. He is trying to merge the two families' businesses, and if the Green family is implicated, so is Logan. I'm sure he's thought about that, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the police and offered to drop the charges against you," Daley said, "The chief of police told me there was a complicated process involved in dropping the charges, and he couldn't say how long it would take."

"Maybe the police chief is on Mikeal's payroll, too. He's just giving you an excuse to stall."

A greedy man can be bought off by anyone, including the police.

"I think you're right," Daley said after some thought, "But you don't have to worry, I will be ready before the merger. I will try to minimize the Logan family's losses while taking down Mikeal, but now I have to take down the Moore family."

That's what he's focused on, bringing down the Moore family and taking the Logan throne. We all have a common enemy -- Ron.

"I can give you the flash drive, but not now." I gave in. "Because my friend hid the flash drive in a secret place. She needs some time to get it to me."

"How long?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe three days, maybe a week." I don't rush Liv, especially when her mother is about to die.

"That's all right. I can wait," he said in a relaxed tone. "It'll keep Mikeal in suspense."

"I can let Gina go," I reminded him. "Mikeal doesn't care about his daughter. He only cares about money."

"All right," Daley said. "I'll give him some extra money."

"So things worked out between us."

He kissed my forehead. "Of course."

"Now it's my turn to ask the questions, and you answer them." I rolled over and sat on his stout belly, my eyes fixed on his half-perfect, half-ruined face.

"Ask your questions, your Majesty," he said in a relaxed tone.

"You never told me about your past or your family," I said. "I don't want too many secrets between us, given that we're going to be married."

"What do you want to know?" His tone returned to its usual calmness, as if he were resistant to the subject of family.

"Have you ever been a doctor before?" I was going to start with his profession, not the subject of his disgust.

"When I was 18, my father sent me to West Point. When the university found out I had a talent for medicine, they sent me to Columbia after I graduated. "Daley looked up at the ceiling. The light in his eyes flickered.

"Were you in the war?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, I was in the Middle East War," he said sadly. "There were bodies everywhere. Human life was nothing."

"Is that a battle scar?" I pointed to a bullet scar on his chest.

"It almost killed me," Daley said, glancing at the scar on his chest. "That's when I realized that war is just a ploy by politicians. We're all victims of war."

"Is the war affecting your judgment of the enemy?" I asked cautiously.

I've heard that some soldiers have stress reactions after going to war, and the government has arranged for soldiers to receive psychological treatment. But some will never get over the war, some will kill themselves to end their suffering, and some, like Daley, will kill to heal their wounds.

"I think it's late and I have a meeting at the company tomorrow morning," he said, apparently avoiding my question. "Promise me you'll wait for me at home. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"All right." I lay down next to him, and he pulled the covers over me and hugged me to sleep.

He quickly closed his eyes and breathed softly. I knew he wasn't really asleep. He just ended our conversation in this way. He's running away again.

I know that a man who runs away will not tell anyone his secret unless he opens his mouth. He always hides so many secrets under his mask. It's dangerous.

"I don't want my future husband to wear a mask with me all the time," I said to myself.

He held me close and breathed as lightly as a feather.

When I woke up the next day, Daley was gone. The mask on the nightstand glowed silver in the sun.

The footman brought me breakfast on time, and after I had had my breakfast I went to the garden to talk to Vickie, who might know something about Daley, but she wasn't there.

It was late afternoon when a footman came to tell me to go to the dining room. He told me it was a family dinner and Vickie invited me. So I changed into a simple suit and followed the footman to the dining room.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Daley came back and sat next to me with dark eyes. Vickie, who sits at the center of a rectangular table covered in white tablecloth, looks especially formal today, wearing an emerald necklace around her neck. But the expensive necklace didn't go with her thick, flabby neck.

"Eva, I'm sorry we have to wait for Frade to get here before we can eat," Vickie says with a polite smile.

"That's all right," I said, and Daley next to me said nothing.

Then Frade walked into the dining room, followed by a woman in a sexy dress, who wriggled like a snake in front of us.

"I'm sorry, but there's someone I need to introduce," Frade announced, putting his arm around Sarah's waist.

"This is my fiancee, Sarah Woodd!"