His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

97 You Look Like Someone I Know

"Frade plans to marry into the Woodd family to strengthen his power," said Daley, looking out the window at the night sky, "The Woodd family is involved not only in real estate and entertainment but also in hotels and casinos abroad. With the Woodd family behind him, the elders in the family will support Frade. After all, he ran the family once, and I was a substitute."

"Why do you have to fight for this position with him?" To prevent him from misunderstanding, I explained, "I mean, if your grandmother hadn't sent someone to look for you on Pudding Island, you wouldn't have come back at all, would you?"

If he's fighting Frade just to get his revenge, I don't think that's necessary. I'm not in Frade's camp, but I think brothers fighting for profit will only end up losing and sadness.

"You don't understand," Daley said. "There's no choice at this point. There are a lot of anti-Frade voices in the family and they have chosen to be on my side. I can't get cold feet. But I hope that Frade and I can resolve this problem in a peaceful way. My grandmother has just spoken to us in private, and her promise remains that whoever takes down the Moore family first will have the real power to run the family."

I knew he was going to remind me of the flash drive next, so I took my hands off his shoulders and sat on the couch at the other end. I promised Liv I wouldn't rush her. I can't break that promise.

I could feel the pressure Frade was putting on him, but I couldn't understand why he was so eager to take control of the family. To get back at Frade for what he did to him? I saw what he did to the Karr brothers on pudding. He killed all of Karr's people. If he wanted to get back at someone, he wouldn't hesitate.

I can't help but worry about Frade. Will Daley do the same to his brother?

The subject of our conversation stopped at this moment, and after a moment of silence I lay down on the bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, turned around and saw that Daley was no longer with me. Where did he go? I couldn't find him in the room.

I looked at my phone. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. Maybe he just went out for some air. I wasn't sleepy at all, so I put on a coat over my nightdress, pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

I wondered if Daley would walk in the garden, so I walked along the road to the garden. At night, the garden was quiet and cool, and the fragrance of the flowers floated in the air. Compared with the garden full of birds and butterflies during the day, the garden at night has an indescribable quiet and mysterious beauty. As I walked forward, I thought I heard the sound of water. The murmur of the water seemed to come from a deep valley.

So I followed the direction of the sound curiously. The grass rustled under my feet, and before I knew it, I was deep in the garden. After passing through the dense fir trees, I saw an artificial stream. The river glows silvery in the moonlight, and the huge cobblestones in the middle make the water gurgle.

The designer of this garden must be very special. He designed the regular garden as a place with the characteristics of a primeval forest. Just as I was wondering who the designer was, I saw a man sitting on a bench by the stream. The moonlight fell on his slender back. He was like a lonely prince.

"Hey." I crept up behind the man and put a hand on his shoulder. I knew he was here.

However, when the man turned his head that moment, I realized I was mistaken. This is a perfect, determined face, the one I used to know.

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." I hurriedly withdrew my hand from his shoulder.

"I'm not Daley. Am I letting you down?" Frade's deep voice sounded like a seductive ghost at night, like a fairy-tale mermaid who was good at luring sailors with her song.

Every word he says is like a raindrop falling on my heart, making me flip. I knew I had to leave at once.

"Don't go." He tugged at my wrist. "Please sit down and talk with me."

He held my hand so lightly that I could have easily broken free. But my legs were fixed in place as if by magic, and he stared at me with those deep, misty eyes.

My heart is beating faster and faster. The scent of the flowers made me lose my way. I don't remember how I sat next to him. There is a little distance between us. We looked at the stream before us.

"Ever since I woke up in the hospital, I've been waking up in the middle of the night," he said to himself, "Every time I close my eyes, I have these fuzzy fragments in my head. I always feel like I've lost something."

I didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"You look like someone I know," he continued. "A woman who means a lot to me."

Mia, I know it's her.

"Sometimes, when I see you, I think she's still alive," Frade said in a mournful tone. "But when I approach you, I realize you're not her."

"There are no identical leaves in the world, but there are many similar leaves," I whispered. "And so are people."

After a moment's silence, he asked, "Do you really love Arthur?"

"I don't know," I blurted out.

"Then why did you marry him?"

"Then why did you marry Sarah?" I asked.

He didn't answer, and his hand gently rested on the back of my hand. At that moment, the temperature of his hand passed through my body like an electric current, and I wanted to break free. But he still clung to it.

Our eyes met. He looked at me as if there was a fire burning in his eyes, and his hand was burning me like a piece of burning iron. I felt nervous, but I couldn't bear to leave him.

"Didn't we know each other before?" He asked, staring into my eyes.

I hesitated, but my answer was still, "No!"

"Why does my intuition tell me a different answer?" His eyes were like sharp swords trying to pierce me.

I turned away from his eyes. He suddenly let go of my hand and said sadly, "I'm sorry. Maybe it was all an illusion."

I got up and left at once. I almost ran all the way back. I was so close. I couldn't hold it. I can't lie to him. I can't control my feelings for him.

But I couldn't let him get hurt again, and I kept telling myself that he loved Mia, not me.

His memories are all about Mia, and I'm just a shadow of what he's looking for. Everything is wrong!

Finally, I went back to my room and lay in bed with my eyes closed, not thinking about what had just happened. After a while, I heard the door open. So I pretended to be asleep, and I could feel someone coming to bed. Daley's cold fingers were caressing my cheek.

Blood. I smelled the faint smell of blood from him.