His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

119 We're Married

I left Daley's legs and sat down next to him. As I got dressed, Daley asked as he adjusted the buttons on his shirt.

"Now you can tell me, what made you change your mind? I won't forget why you left me."

"Mia's back," I said coldly, leaning back in my chair.

"The b.itch is back?" Daley said sarcastically. "I thought she was rotting in the ground."

"I don't know." I didn't want to think about that sad scene. "Anyway, she came back and slept with Frade."

"So you decided to marry me to get back at him?" Daley quipped.

"You can refuse me."

"You know I can't say no to you." He touched my cheek with his finger. "We'll be at the airport soon. If you change your mind now, it's not too late."

"I won't go back to my word," I said firmly, though I knew I was acting out of spite.

I looked out the window and saw the tarmac. The car stopped. Only then did the silent driver speak.

"Sir, we've reached our destination."

"Thank you."

Daley opened the door, and I got out of the car and saw a Gulfstream G550 in front of me, with two uniformed flight attendants standing reverently on either side of the ladder connecting the plane.

He took my hand as we walked up the ladder. A tall, blonde-haired flight attendant smiled professionally as she guided us into the cabin. As I sat in my plush leather seat, the flight attendant asked if I wanted a drink or a glass of wine. I told her I didn't need it yet.

The flight attendant took a quick peek at Daley before leaving, and when she saw the bruises on his face, she immediately averted her drooling gaze. Daley didn't care. He is used to people's strange looks.

As the plane slowly rose away from the ground, I watched it fly into the sky. Through the window, I could see thick white clouds at any time. Daley was sitting next to me, stroking the back of my hand. I leaned on his shoulder and looked out the window.

After about 3 hours, the plane arrived in Las Vegas. When I got off the plane, Daley asked me if I wanted to go to a hotel first. I refused. So he had the driver take us straight to the nearest registered place to get married.

The person in charge of the business didn't even ask for our personal information. He just asked us to sign a printed document with each other's names and legalized our marriage.

"We're married," I muttered as I looked at the papers signed with my name.

"You're Ms. Logan from now on," Daley said, holding my cheek in front of the staff. "You have my name."

This time I knew it wasn't a game. I did marry Daley. It was my first impulsive decision. I don't even care what the consequences of this decision are for me.

"I forgot about the wedding rings," Daley said apologetically.

"Never mind." Forget the wedding rings. Now I just wanna get drunk, I wanna party.

"Wait a minute," said Daley, walking toward a man and a woman who also appeared to be registered couples.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about the wedding rings." Daley looked at the ring box in the man's hand. "Can I buy your ring?"

"Go away," said the man rudely. "No man forgets to give his wife a wedding ring."

"I'll triple it," Daley said.

"No." The man was adamant.

"Five times."

The man hesitated, and the woman standing beside him made the decision for him directly.

"Deal."

Daley signed a check directly to the couple for $3,000. I watched them leave with the check in their hands. Because that woman thought she should buy a new wedding ring before she came back to register.

"You can't do that," I said.

"That's the magic of money," Daley said as he put the ring on my ring finger. It was the right size, but the heart-shaped diamond on it was small and looked less than half a carat.

"Hello, Ms. Logan," said Daley with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Logan," I said, and put the groom's ring on his finger.

He carried me around in his arms and I could feel his happiness. I looked at the deep love in his eyes, and at that moment I felt a sudden sense of guilt.

Do I really love him?

I soon decided to stop thinking about it. There was no turning back.

Daley suggested lunch first, so we went to a five-star hotel he managed. It's also called the Silver Sailing Hotel. When the hotel manager saw Daley, he was very gallant. Daley has a suite on the top floor of the hotel. Daley's face lit up when he told the hotel manager he needed to turn the suite into a bridal suite.

Daley told the manager to make sure the room was ready when he returned from lunch. The manager agreed to Daley's request. I watched him make a hasty call to the PR company.

"You can't put too much pressure on your employees," I said.

"I pay them, it's their job," Daley said. "If they don't do what I tell them to do, I'm going to fire them."

Then we went to the restaurant for a meal. In order to give the manager more time to prepare, I suggested we go to the casino first.

Maybe it was the luck of my marriage that I won nearly $2,000 in just two rounds. So I decided to run out of luck. I kept betting, and the stakes got bigger and bigger.

"You're a lucky lady." Daley pulled my hand back as I was about to place a bet. "But I think the bet is over for today."

"Are you worried I'm going to win all your money?" I joked. "I just won $100,000."

"I can give you this casino if you want," Daley said in my ear. "But not today. It's our wedding day. We have more important things to do."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Come with me," he said mysteriously. "I have a surprise for you."

Daley led me to the top floor of the hotel. It was dark when I arrived. There is a broad terrace on the top floor, where I can see the broad night sky at a glance.

At this point, I saw countless star-like drones moving in the distance, and those drones began to change formation in an orderly manner.

'I love E'

"Oh, my God." I was so touched. "It's beautiful."

When I looked over at Daley, he was down on one knee in front of me.