His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

6 He Is A Rival To Ron

As lights flashed, I looked through the window and saw the road ahead. At that moment, the street was awkwardly quiet since there was no sign of a passing car.

To make sure I didn't hit anything, I unfastened my seat belt and got out of the car. I saw an elk crouching in the headlights of my car. Her big, clear eyes were full of fear and uneasiness. The good thing was I didn't see any blood on the ground around her.

She must be in shock!

"It's all right, you're safe!" I was bending over to her and then whispered, "Don't be afraid, you can go home now!"

The elk blinked and then stood up shivering. She looked at me with her head tilted, then shook her head violently, as if trying to shake the dirt off her head. Then she turned back and jumped into the grass.

In the direction of the elk's departure, I could see a blue sign with white letters standing upright between the trees——The Nature Park.

A few seconds later, I felt relieved and got back in the car.

Suddenly, the sound of a speeding car came from behind me. It was a silver sports car, and the white headlights made the road so bright that I had to squint.

The silver sports car sped past me. Just as I was about to curse, it made a sharp turn in front of me, the tires screeching against the road.

The car stood out in the street. Soon, a man opened the door and got out of the car. He had an angry expression on his face just like the car he was driving.

It's him, the man I just met at the bar. I never expected he'd catch up! What the hell is he doing?

"Why do you want to escape?" The man's eyes were red and he approached me step by step. I had to back off until my body was pushed against my car.

"I said, I don't know you!" I answered him.

The man sneered and his breath smelled like Tequila. He jerked his head down and pressed his face against mine. His tall body wrapped around me so tightly that I had nowhere to run.

"I won't let you go! Never!" His voice was full of plunder, as if I were his chosen prey.

He was hunting me like a wolf! Why?

A quick step sounds from the direction of the sports car. I wanted to turn my head to see if anyone could help me, but he immediately squeezed my chin to force me to look into his eyes.

"Mark, take her car! I'll drive myself back to the hotel!"

The man's eyes were still fixed on me as he spoke in a commanding tone. Then I heard the voice of another man answering, very respectfully.

"Yes, boss!"

The man looked at me for a few seconds. In a slightly muffled voice, he said, "Listen, I don't push women unless I have to! I'm sorry!"

He stepped back a little. Before I could figure out what he was up to, he raised his hand and slammed it down on the right side of my neck.

I suddenly couldn’t see anything and lost consciousness. God! I must have forgotten to curse this man!

Damn it!

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a big, soft bed. The soft silk sheets smell like lavender. A delicate chandelier above my head gave off a faint yellow glow. I looked around, and everything in the room seemed so strange.

I hope this time I am not dead again after the rebirth!

I saw the silver-haired man sitting on the sofa. His face told me that this time I had just fainted!

"You're awake? I see the name on your driver's licence. You are Eva. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" The strange man said hoarsely, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced at me, then turned the glass with his finger and drank the rest.

He changed into a dark grey shirt, and his hair was fluffy and damp. His eyes were deep and melancholy. He stared at me calmly for a few seconds just as my eyes met his.

I must admit that he is very handsome. He has an air of mystery. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it! Why is my heart racing for him?

I ducked his eyes and looked down at my clothes. Whew, I'm wearing the same clothes I wore before I left the house. There was no obvious pain or swelling in my body.

I guess he didn't do anything to my body.

As the man set his glass on the nearby table, he stood up as if making a decision. He walked over to my bedside and said to me in a slightly apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry I brought you here. Because I mistook you for one of my, uh, one of my old acquaintances!"

He paused as he spoke, as if he had been stabbed by a dagger and an indescribable pain was suppressed in his chest.

My gut tells me that the woman he's talking about should be a close, girlfriend-like person to him.

Then he turned to face the floor-to-ceiling widow and muttered to himself.

"I'll have someone take you home if you want!"

"Of course, I want to go home!" I moved my body, and the soles of my feet touched the soft wool carpet on the floor. "I don't need anyone to take me home! Listen! Meeting you is a bad thing for me!! And this is k********g, okay? If you knew who I was, you'd regret what you did tonight!”

I will not reveal that I am Ron's wife if I do not have to. At least, in this city, everyone knows the heir and ruler of the Moore family, Ron Moore. The Moore family has a great deal of wealth, and the city's economy follows our decisions.

Although I still hate my husband, I must admit that his name will bring me some power and convenience.

“You know what? The last person who said something like that to me has been thrown into the deep sea to feed the fish!” The man suddenly changed his face. His emerald green eyes looked at me with interest. “Why don't you just tell me who you are?”

I was irritated by the man, so I stood up and looked him in the eye. “Listen, I'm Ron Moore's wife. If you're planning something, I suggest you give it up!”

“Ron's wife?” The man lifted his chin slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title over and over again. “Ron Moore's wife. Interesting!”

“You'd better let me go! If my husband finds out I'm gone, he'll search the whole city. Maybe he'll kill you!”

Of course, these are just lies I tell to scare him. Ron won't be looking for me. He should be moaning in bed with Gina right now!

How ridiculous! My husband was having an affair with my sister, and I was in a room with another man I didn't know. They are having a good time, and I am nervous now.

The man laughed when he heard what I said. His smile made me feel like an i***t. Doesn't he believe me? Or he doesn't even know who Ron is.

“You know what?” The man shrugged, his eyes sharp, “I've changed my mind! If you were just an ordinary woman, I wouldn't bother you anymore, but if you were really Ron Moore's wife, things would be different!”

“What do you want?” I asked, frowning uneasily.

“I want you to stay!” Said the man.

“Why?” I had no idea that my status as Ron's wife seemed to interest him rather than frighten him.

“Don't you want to know who I am?” The man approached me and sniffed my hair. “You smell good!”

“Who are you?”

I could feel my voice trembling, a foreboding coming over me.

The man's voice came from the depths of hell. He put his mouth to my ear and enunciated, “My name is Frade Logan! Your Husband's enemy! Now, do you understand?”

He's the head of the Logan family!

His family is the head of the six plutocrats.

If I remember correctly, the Logan family was also involved in the merger of gas companies. Not only was he a rival to Ron, but the feud between Logan and Moore goes all the way back to their great-grandfather.

Damn it! If he doesn't kill me, Ron will kill me when he finds out I spent the night with him, even though nothing happened between us.

For the first time, I regretted my impulse, and now I hate being Mrs Moore!