His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

100 I'll Text You

Daley points to another romantic wedding dress behind me and says, "I think you'd look better in that one."

"Maybe you're right," I said, looking at the white strapless dress. I had been so focused on Frade and Sarah that I hadn't even noticed when Daley was coming up behind me. Did he sense something?

I immediately erased the image of Frade and Sarah from my mind. I shouldn't have random thoughts right now. So I asked Lucea to help me change into the dress, while Daley followed another shop assistant to try on the groom's suit.

As I changed into the dress, Daley walked slowly from the fitting room to my side. He looked at me in the mirror for a moment. He chose a pure white groom's suit with black lining. Black and white, this is his consistent style.

"You're so beautiful," Daley said, his eyes full of tenderness and love. Dressed in a white suit, he looked like a prince from a fairy tale. But I couldn't look at him in the mirror. I was afraid that he would find my inner contradictions and hesitations.

When the clerk offered to take our picture, Sarah fought to get her and Frade first. So Daley and I sat on the couch and watched them take pictures. I didn't mean to take pictures, but Daley seemed interested, so I sat and waited.

Sarah pressed her body against Frade's in a deliberately sexy pose. She even asked Frade to lift her over his shoulder, but he was impatient. Instead of doing what Sarah wanted, he pulled a long face as he took the picture.

"Smile, Mr. Logan," Lucea reminded Frade as the photo was taken.

"Enough, that's not how I spend my time," said Frade unhappily, taking off his suit jacket.

"I have a meeting, and if you want to take a picture, you can take one yourself," Frade said coldly to Sarah.

Sarah had to watch Frade leave, and when Lucea offered to take a picture of me and Daley, Daley said to her, "Just one picture!"

So he took my hand and walked up to Lucea. He told me to face him, and just when I couldn't figure out what he was going to do to me, he pressed his lips against mine. I was caught off guard when I heard the sound of a camera taking a picture.

"It's perfect," Lucea said admiringly.

Daley's eyes stopped on Frade. The corners of his mouth rose slightly. I saw Frade sneer at him and turn away. Fortunately, Sarah did not see the silent war between the two men. At the moment, she is asking the shop assistant to try on another wedding dress.

That's when I realized that Daley was taking the picture because he wanted to show his claim to Frade. It is childish of a man to get jealous.

"I have an important meeting later, and I'll be home for dinner with you tonight," Daley said, kissing my forehead.

As I watched him leave the fitting room, I suddenly remembered my promise to help Joan find a job. So I went after him in my wedding dress, and I stopped Daley in the red-carpeted hallway.

"Wait."

"Is something wrong?" Daley asked.

"I want you to do me a favor," I said as I walked up to Daley with the hem of my dress in my hands. "Here's the thing. I just promised a friend I'd help her find a job, and she got fired from the Union. So can you help her?"

"Which friend?" Daley asked suspiciously.

"Actually, she's a friend I just met. Her name is Joan," I explained.

"You asked me to help a new friend of yours get a job, is that it?" Daley said in a not-so-nice tone, "Eva, you agreed to help her find a job without even knowing her, so if you have a lot of time, why not focus on the flash drive?"

"That's different," I said. "I know it's not hard for you."

Helping a woman get a job was a no-brainer for Daley, and I don't see why he had to tie it to the flash drive.

"The most important thing for me right now is to get rid of the Moore family," Daley said in a low voice. "When I beat the Moore family, I'm going to get 100 of your unemployed friends a job."

"All right." I looked at his back, disappearing into the elevator with some disappointment.

"Are you in trouble?" A voice came from the other side of the hall, and I saw Frade coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Frade said. "If you need help, I happen to know some people who work in unions."

He paused for a moment. I knew he was waiting for me to ask him for help. But I should keep my distance from him.

At that moment I had a picture of Joan with her boy on the street to wait for food. The boy was only about seven years old. He was thin and weak. It was obvious that he was suffering from chronic malnutrition.

"Can you help me?" I whispered, looking down at the ground.

"Give me her name and number," Frade said, "And I'll take care of everything."

The phrase is so familiar that he once said the same thing to me.

I quickly suppressed the memories that would come to my mind, so I took out my cell phone and sent Joan's number to him.

"Can I have your cell phone number?" Frade said. "Don't get me wrong. Success or failure, I feel obligated to tell you."

"Was it difficult?" I didn't understand what he meant by success or failure.

"It's hard to say," Frade said seriously. "If your friend gets kicked out of the Union for some specific reason, it's going to be hard for her to get a job. You know, like a criminal record."

I don't think Joan is a troublemaker, but it's hard to say. After all, I've only met her twice.

"Your number," Frade asked.

Then I sent him my current number, and Frade took the phone and wrote down my number.

"Your name is Eva, isn't it?" He said in a relaxed tone. "Coincidentally, I have another Eva on my phone."

I was stunned. Turns out he still has my old cell phone number. Then he said, "But the number is disconnected."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," I explained hastily.

"It seems like all the coincidences in the world are happening to me," he said, looking at me playfully. "What do you think, Eva?"

"I don't know." I excused myself. "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

"I'll text you."

His voice forced me to hide in the bathroom immediately. I washed my hot cheeks with cold water in the bathroom and told myself over and over that I couldn't think about him anymore. I saw myself in the mirror as a flustered child.

Why can't I ever get rid of him?

A text message came from my cell phone. I was afraid to read it. Because I was worried it was Frade. When I finally found the courage to open the phone screen, I saw the message from Liv.

She told me that her mother had died and that the funeral would be held tomorrow. She's coming to see me in two days with the flash drive.

When Liv gives me the flash drive, it will all be over.