Marriage With A Evil Heart

This time, Robert’s reaction was somewhat subtle. He first looked surprised, then furrowed his brows, hesitating as he took my phone. “What’s going on?” he asked.

I stared at his face and smiled, “It’s what I told you last time – I often experience stabbing pain in my head, the area you said was fine.”

Sherry’s expression remained calm, but it was clearly tense. She pretended to play with Charles, acting like everything was normal.

“Is it still hurting now?” He leaned closer, checking, and muttered to himself, “Why is it like this? A few days ago, when you asked me to check, it wasn’t like this. We should see a doctor!”

“Yeah, a few days ago, I also asked Sherry, and she said it was fine. But today, the hairstylist saw it immediately and even frightened him. Husband, don’t we need to find out the reason?” I pressed, wanting to create conflict between them.

“I’ll make the arrangements. We must go to the hospital!” Robert acted skillfully, showing concern. He looked at his watch, “It’s a bit late today, you’re tired now. We’ll go tomorrow! The examination might require you to be on an empty stomach, so don’t eat breakfast tomorrow morning.”

He arranged everything seamlessly, leaving no room for objection.

Hearing him say that, I nodded in agreement, “Alright, I’m tired and want to sleep. Don’t disturb me!”

I then climbed upstairs with the thin blanket. I was too lazy to look at these two people, and besides, I needed to send a message to Scarlette to deactivate the alarm.

However, I was confident that my actions had already caused a crack in their alliance.

To prevent Sherry from going extreme, I feigned exhaustion and ‘slept,’ skipping dinner altogether. After all, I hadn’t found the chemical agent yet, and I couldn’t afford to relax.

In the middle of the night, hunger woke me up. I sat up and disturbed Robert, who was beside me. He got up with sleepy eyes and turned on the light, asking softly, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m hungry!” I replied truthfully, looking quite lethargic.

He immediately got up, “I’ll go call Sherry to make you a bowl of noodles.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“No. I want to eat the steak you fry! Haven’t had it in a long time!” I said lazily.

Thinking, if I wanted to eat what she cooked, I would have gone down to eat it earlier. Why starve myself until now?

“Alright! I’ll go fry the steak for you!” Robert immediately got out of bed, “Just wait!”

I watched Robert with a perfect husband’s demeanor, feeling like I was in a different world.

“I’ll come too. Lying down for too long hurts my back; I need to move!” I followed him downstairs, staying by his side the entire time. While watching him fry the steak, I chatted with him about various things, creating a warm atmosphere, yet both of us held secrets.

Perhaps hearing the noise from downstairs, Sherry also came down in her pajamas, revealing a generous amount of skin at the neckline.

Maybe she didn’t expect me to be there. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened momentarily. She quickly adjusted her neckline and then headed straight for the water dispenser to pour a glass of water.

I raised an eyebrow and quickly spoke, “Sherry, could you fetch me a piece of clothing? It’s a bit chilly!”

Sherry had to put down her water and went upstairs.

Glancing at Robert, who was pouring red wine, I quickly tossed half a hypnotic pill into her water glass, shook it a bit, and then sat at the dining table, picking up a knife and fork to cut the steak.

Just as Robert placed the decanter on the table and turned to get the wine glass, I threw the remaining half of the pill into the decanter.

“Drinking at this hour?” I commented, putting a small piece of steak into my mouth.

Just as Sherry came back downstairs with a jacket for me, draped my shoulders, she stole a glance at Robert.

I looked at her casually and asked, “Sherry, would you like to join us? Have a glass of red wine!”