His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

102 Eva, Help!

Damn it, I was naked in front of him. Seeing his smug look made me so angry that I went to him as fast as I could to try to get my panties back. He raised his hand above his head on purpose, and I had to move closer to reach my underwear. I realized we were too close when my chest bumped into his strong chest muscles.

"We shouldn't be this close," I whispered.

Then Frade realized something and gave me back my underwear. I was about to leave when he took my hand.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to play a joke on you," he said.

"Frade, I think you know very well that I am going to marry your brother and you are going to marry Sarah," I began to regret agreeing to play such a childish game with him. I should say no when he suggested swimming.

"We should keep our distance," I said sadly. "It's better for all of us."

"Sorry." Frade looked at me apologetically. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted you to be happy. When you smile, I feel happy."

"You should say that to your fiancee," I reminded him. "Or another woman, as long as it's not me. I have to go."

"Wait," Frade said. "Don't you want to know more about your friend?"

"She's got a job, hasn't she?" I asked.

"Don't you want to know why she got kicked out of the Union?" Frade asked mysteriously.

This time I wouldn't fall for his trick, so I answered him decisively.

"If I want to know why, I can just call her. Frade, stop playing games."

"What about Arthur?" Frade said. "Your fiance Daley, don't you want to know more about him?"

He approached me slowly and whispered in my ear, "Don't you know that your fiance is a dangerous man? Eva, to be honest, I think you're making a mistake marrying him."

"You think my marriage to him is wrong. Do you want me to marry you?" When I said this, I regretted it. Because I saw the fire in Frade's eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, I was just kidding," I explained hastily.

"But it doesn't sound like a joke to me." Frade stared at me. "You like me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Frade." I pretended not to care. "I admit you're handsome, but not handsome enough to impress me. I repeat. I'm Daley's fiancee. Please stop pestering me."

"At least have dinner with me," he said. "Since I helped your friend get a job, shouldn't you treat me to dinner in return?"

I couldn't refuse such a reasonable request. He helped me. I owe him. It's only a meal, and I'd be stingy if I said no.

"All right. I'll have dinner with you when you're free."

"I'm free now," he said. "It's almost lunchtime."

"All right." I could never say no to him.

I went back to my bra floating on the water, then I turned my back to Frade and put on my underwear and bra. I can't just walk out of the pool naked. As I changed my clothes, I always felt a burning gaze staring back at me.

So I left in a hurry. As I was walking through the garden, I came across Vickie's wheelchair. She was behind a big tree near the pool when my eyes met hers. I could feel the displeasure in her eyes.

She must have seen me and Frade playing in the pool. S.hit. Is she gonna tell Daley?

I went back to my room to take a shower in the bathroom, and when I left the bathroom and returned to the living room, I saw a text message from Frade.

I'll wait for you outside. Frade.

Should I call him back and tell him I'm not available right now? But as soon as I typed the first letter, he sent a second message.

If I don't see you in 10 minutes, I'll go straight to your room and grab you. Frade.

All right, I'll give in. So I changed into a plain t-shirt and jeans. I'm sure this simple look will not arouse any desire in him. Because when I was in the pool, I noticed that his swimming trunks were bulging.

It's too dangerous.

Why don't I explain myself to him during lunch? He is playing with fire. And the fire he started will burn me. I don't want to play with fire.

I came to the gate, Frade's Lamborghini sports car was parked on the side of the road. He was leaning against the door in his dark blue Armani suit. He turned to look at me, and for a moment I was stunned.

This picture is so similar. I remember the first time he took me out to dinner. He was wearing this suit. He had the same movements and the same eyes.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked him from the passenger seat. "I don't have much money for expensive Japanese food."

"How do you know I like Japanese food?" He asked casually as he started the car. "Did I tell you?"

"I'm just guessing," I said, excusing myself. "Because Daley likes Japanese food, too, and I assume you guys have similar tastes as brothers."

"You're right, sometimes I have the same taste as him," he said. "But your fiance never eats Japanese food. Didn't you know that?"

My heart stopped. I don't think I've ever seen Daley eat Japanese food. There can be no Japanese restaurant on Pudding. Why the hell would I make such a stupid excuse?

Fortunately, Frade didn't press me any further. He concentrated on driving. To stop him from trying to trick me, I pressed the music button in the car. It's a classic song, Rhythm of Rain. The melody echoed in the car, and Frade listened to the song as he drove.

"Even the oldest songs can never be forgotten as long as they are stored in memory," he said to himself after the song ended.

"People should move on." To prevent him from remembering things about me, I pressed the button. A song by Taylor Swift rings out.

All of the girls you loved before.

"See, new things always replace old things," I said, humming to the music.

He didn't speak. I saw a complicated look in his eyes. The car entered the city and went to a super-mall. Frade got out of the car and led me straight to the top floor.

I remember this restaurant.

"Japanese food?" I asked somewhat helplessly.

He took me to the place where we had our first date, but the manager had changed. We were received by a man in a work uniform.

Frade remained silent until we entered a private room. He sat across from me and looked at me quietly.

"It all feels familiar to me."

"No. I swear this is my first time eating Japanese food here." I pretended to look around. "It looks special."

"The old manager here was very close to me," Frade said, "But she doesn't work here anymore."

"What a pity, or you could have met your friend," I said, adding an accent to the word friend.

"She transferred to another restaurant as a manager." Frade took a sip from his teacup, "A few days ago, she contacted me. She wanted me to try the food at her new restaurant when I was free. She even mentioned a female friend I had been with."

I held my breath. What was he trying to say?

"Why was Joan fired from the Union? Did she do something illegal?" I changed the subject.

"My people found out that she had reported s.exual h.arassment by a union official. The police dropped the charges because of insufficient evidence," Frade said. "As a result, she was kicked out of the Union."

"And the man who m.olested her is still in charge." I sneered. "I guess there's a lot more dirty stuff like that."

Just then, my cell phone rang. It was Liv, so I picked up the phone and pressed the answer.

"Hey, Liv."

But there was a noise at the other end of the line, and after a while I heard Liv screaming.

"Help!"