Marriage With A Evil Heart

The moment I saw him, I was momentarily stunned, then immediately wore a concerned expression and asked, “Why haven’t you left today? Are you still not feeling well?”

He looked up at me, gave a faint smile, and replied, “Waiting for a call!”

It was then that I noticed two identical black phones neatly arranged on the coffee table in front of him. I instantly understood his intention; he was testing me, and it seemed he had started to suspect me.

Carrying the bag in my hand, I walked over, placed it on the coffee table, right next to the two phones. Then, I lazily sank into the sofa and said with a lack of energy, “I get tired after a few steps. Staying up at night could take my life!”

He glanced at the bag I placed down and asked, “What did you buy?”

I smirked inwardly. He took the bait.

“Just passed by the pharmacy and bought a few boxes of medicine. Found out the ones at home were all expired!” I continued to feign indifference, yawning excessively. “Luckily, I found a box in your car. With the fever you had last night, not taking medicine would be a big risk. If you’re still not feeling well today, it’s better to go to the hospital! Don’t be careless!”

“No problem, I just caught a chill. Feeling much better today! No need to go to the hospital.” Robert said nonchalantly, “It was quite uncomfortable last night.”

Not going to the hospital? Then prepare for the worst! I guessed that the dirty disease in his body was starting to show symptoms.

“You never want to go to the hospital. A fever should not be taken lightly, especially when the temperature was so high last night,” I said truthfully. I didn’t know if Sherry had informed him that his temperature reached 39. 2 degrees.

“Maybe I caught a cold!” he shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “No big deal.”

“Well, you should keep some distance from the kids. Ask Sherry to label their utensils, as kids have low resistance! They still have to go to school!” This was my sincere advice; I was genuinely worried.

“Okay! I’ll leave after I take a call. ” He deliberately picked up and fiddled with the two phones.

I didn’t bother looking, “Sure. I’ll go upstairs for a nap; I didn’t sleep well last night, and my head is pounding!”

Then I got up, reminding him, “Ask Sherry to put the medicine in the medicine box! Oh, if you have a fever again today, let me know. I’ll accompany you to the hospital.”

“Let’s talk about it another day! Today is busy!” he said, placing the phones back on the coffee table.

Ignoring as if I hadn’t seen them, I yawned and turned to go upstairs.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Back upstairs, I closed the door and quickly checked the surveillance. I saw Sherry coming out from behind and asked him, “Do you feel normal?”

Robert glanced at Sherry but didn’t answer her question. He remained silent, then got up, grabbed the two phones, and walked out. Soon, the sound of a car starting came from downstairs.

I turned off the phone and hid it in a secret place. Knowing Robert as I did, he hadn’t dispelled his suspicions about me.

Feeling dizzy, I was truly drained of energy. However, the most urgent matter at hand was to get some rest. My brain needed a proper recharge to function normally.

I was awakened from this nap by a call from Scarlette. She said the plan to meet Amelia was already arranged.

This piqued my interest, so I quickly got up and made an appointment with Scarlette to go to the most upscale salon in Newport to get my hair done. A renowned salon indeed; my previously dry and yellow hair was miraculously rejuvenated.

I added some subtle textures to it, and looking at myself in the mirror, I appeared crisp, competent, and heroic. This short hair exuded a different charm, reminiscent of my past battlefield demeanor in the corporate world. Confidence surged within me.

Scarlette started with wide eyes for a while before snapping back to reality. “Damn, this is our Daisy! You’re finally back!”

Her words, “You’re finally back,” made my eyes instantly misty. Yes! I had slept for too long, nearly descending into the netherworld in a daze. Since fate showed mercy, allowing me a rebirth-like chance, if I didn’t take down those who harmed me, I would feel sorry for myself.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laughed and scolded, “Damn! Do I still look like a beggar?”

Then, I took Scarlette to pick out a brand-new, handcrafted, limited edition outfit. My liver hurt when I swiped my card.

But Scarlette scolded me, “You’re really a miser. You don’t spend on yourself but spend on a mistress.”

Her words woke me up. Indeed, I couldn’t mistreat myself anymore!

Moreover, this time I was going to meet Amelia, and I couldn’t afford to lose in terms of momentum.