His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

150 I Won't Let You Leave Me

"I'm in the Manor." My voice trembled.

"I'll meet you at the back of the manor in 15 minutes."

"But are you sure you want to come?" I clutched my phone and looked around nervously. "If the guards see you..."

"In 15 minutes, we will meet at the back door of the manor, but I won't stay long," Frade said firmly. "I'll see you in 15 minutes."

The call ended, and I looked at the time on my phone screen. Fifteen minutes later, at exactly 3 a.m., it was time for the guard's shift. If I was fast enough, I could slip out the back door without being seen. Was it worth the risk just to see him?

It would be bad if he was found by the guards. But he said he would come, and he would. Well, what's the big deal about me taking a risk just to see him? I would be content to see him alive, even if only for a moment.

The 15-minute waiting time is like a century of torment for me. I hid in the dark and waited for the guard to leave the post when I saw him disappear into the darkness. At once, I ran as fast as I could to the back door of the manor and opened it to slip out before the changing guards came. As soon as the door closed, a cold, dusty wind blew across the road.

I shivered and forgot to put on my coat when I came out just now. The night was strangely cold at this time of year. I looked anxiously at the silent, dark road.

Why hadn't he come?

Then, from the side of the road came the sound of cars. I turned and saw a black car coming in my direction. The yellow headlights lit up the road and the car stopped in front of me.

"Get in the car." Frade rolled down the window, and I saw a white bandage on his head. His emerald eyes sparkled sharply in the darkness.

"Hurry up, or someone will find us," he urged me.

I didn't hesitate to open the door and sit in the passenger seat. As soon as I closed the door, Frade started the car and sped down the road. If I hadn't grabbed the handrail, I would have been thrown out at any moment.

A few minutes later, we were off Estate Avenue. Frade drove in the opposite direction. It was an unfamiliar road, and he drove as fast as he could, like a refugee.

"Where are you taking me?" I shouted at him. "I can't be away for long. You have to take me back."

"No, you're not." He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and stared straight ahead.

If Daley finds out I've escaped, I'm sure he'll do something crazy. I have to go back.

"Frade, stop," I yelled at him. "I have to go back."

Frade, however, acted as if he didn't hear me. He didn't care how I screamed in his ear. The car was still galloping along the road. When it came to a fork in the road, it turned into a path.

The car finally stopped in front of a small house, and this time he let go of his hand on the steering wheel. He looked down and sighed heavily, then looked at me.

"Eva, I won't let you leave me again."

"Frade..." I called his name softly, and he put one hand on the back of my neck and his mouth on my lips, warm and overbearing.

It was only when our tongues were entwined that I truly felt his presence. He resurrected my dead heart, every cell in my body as if re-born in the same crazy jump. I was so moved, tears welled up in my eyes. He kissed the tears off my face, tenderly.

"I'm glad you're alive." I looked at him excitedly, and he looked back at me.

"I'm so glad you're back with me," Frade said, cupping my face in his hands and looking at me affectionately. "Promise me you'll never leave me."

"But I can't stay with you for long. You have to take me back."

"No. I said I wouldn't let you leave," Frade said firmly, "We've got Daley's incriminating evidence, but if he knows you sent it to us in secret, he's going to come after you. I need you with me. Let me protect you, darling."

"Frade, you don't know what Daley does when he's mad," I argued. "He's a lunatic!"

"Then let him get mad," Frade sneered. "or let him come at me."

"I'm not kidding." I've seen how he kills, and he's the most cold and cruel man I've ever met in the world. I thought of the innocent waitress he had hunted at the hotel and his ruthless face.

I don't want to piss him off. I don't want innocent people to get hurt.

"Let's not argue about him, shall we?" Frade grimaced. "Damn, my head is starting to hurt again."

"I'm sorry." I looked at him to rub his forehead, after a few seconds he issued a heavy sigh, "We should calm down."

Then the sound of someone banging on the window rang in my ears, and I turned to see Liv's familiar face outside the window, with Mark standing behind her.

"Liv!" I pushed open the door and hugged her immediately.

"Eva, it's so good to see you." Liv kissed my cheek. "I thought Frade was crazy when he said he was going to take you back."

"He's crazy," Mark said with a rare smile. "He's crazy about love! He's always calling Eva's name when he's in a coma, and I thought he must be crazy about this woman."

"Why don't we go inside and talk?" Liv said, putting her arm around my shoulder. "Let me make you a cup of hot coffee."

Liv led me into the little house, which she told me was part of her mother's legacy. Ever since Daley went to war with Frade, she had lent the house to Mark as a secret base. Because the house was in the woods on the outskirts of town, Daley's men never found the place.

"This has been our sanctuary since I saved Frade," Mark said, holding a steaming cup of coffee in both hands. "We've been waiting for a chance to fight back."

"Now that we have Daley's criminal evidence, as long as I pass this information to the officials of the Ministry of Security, I'll leave the rest to them." Frade leaned back against the sofa and said in a low voice, "I have arranged a meeting with an official from the Ministry of Security, and I must give the information to him personally."

"Eva, I want you with us." Liv handed me a cup of coffee. "Don't go back to Daley. You don't know how he got Frade out to see him."

"What did he do?" I asked, surprised.

Frade was silent. Liv glanced at Mark. He said knowingly, "Daley called Frade and told him to go to the sea alone to negotiate. He even threatened to kill you if Frade didn't come."

"Did he do this? " I stared at Frade, but he turned his head away and refused to answer.

"Daley's smart. He knows you're Frade's weakness," Mark said with a hint of reproach. "When it comes to you, Frade tends to lose his mind."

"That's enough, Mark," Frade whispered.

"Hey, boys." In order not to let the two men quarrel, Liv took the initiative to change the topic. "I think you should go to the room to take a shower now. Please leave the room for Eva and me."

Frade rose from the sofa with a sullen face. "I'll be in my room," he whispered as he passed me.

Mark gave Liv a goodnight kiss and walked up the stairs. When it was just me and Liv in the living room, she put down her coffee cup and said to me with some difficulty.

"Eva, I want to talk to you about Jeff."

"What about him?" An ominous feeling came over me. Why did she mention Jeff now?

"I know he loves you." Liv looked at me calmly. "Mia texted me."

Mia. It's her.