His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

w the road ahead. At that moment, the street was awkw

I saw an elk crouching in the headlights of my car. Her big, clear eyes were full of f

t be in

ending over to her and then whispered,

r head tilted, then shook her head violently, as if trying to shake t

uld see a blue sign with white letters standi

I felt relieved and

nd me. It was a silver sports car, and the white hea

as about to curse, it made a sharp turn in fron

the door and got out of the car. He had an angry exp

he bar. I never expected he'd cat

red and he approached me step by step. I had to

't know you!"

ed his head down and pressed his face against mine. His tall

His voice was full of plunder

ing me like

anted to turn my head to see if anyone could help me, but he

! I'll drive myself

oke in a commanding tone. Then I heard the voi

, bo

slightly muffled voice, he said, "Listen, I d

e out what he was up to, he raised his hand an

nd lost consciousness. God! I must

mn

sheets smell like lavender. A delicate chandelier above my head gave off a fa

am not dead again

ng on the sofa. His face told me

f I call you that, do you?" The strange man said hoarsely, holding a glass of wine in

fy and damp. His eyes were deep and melancholy. He stare

as an air of mystery. My heart skipped a be

I'm wearing the same clothes I wore before I left the h

dn't do anyth

od up as if making a decision. He walked over to my

cause I mistook you for one of my

en stabbed by a dagger and an indescri

's talking about should be a clos

he floor-to-ceiling wido

one take you ho

carpet on the floor. "I don't need anyone to take me home! Listen! Meeting you is a bad thing

ty, everyone knows the heir and ruler of the Moore family, Ron Moore. The Moore

I must admit that his name will br

into the deep sea to feed the fish!" The man suddenly changed his face. His emera

him in the eye. "Listen, I'm Ron Moore's wife. If y

oked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title ove

nd finds out I'm gone, he'll search

are him. Ron won't be looking for me. He sh

sister, and I was in a room with another man I didn't

smile made me feel like an idiot. Doesn't he

ind! If you were just an ordinary woman, I wouldn't bother you anymor

nt?" I asked, f

to stay!"

tus as Ron's wife seemed to inte

m?" The man approached me and s

are

e trembling, a foreb

his mouth to my ear and enunciated, "My name is Frade

ad of the L

he head of the

ger of gas companies. Not only was he a rival to Ron, but the feud bet

me when he finds out I spent the night with

retted my impulse, and no