Marriage With A Evil Heart

I was both excited and nervous, eagerly awaiting Sherry’s departure so I could plan my next move. With Robert out of the house, dealing with Sherry alone seemed quite manageable.

During the wait, I took out my phone and organized the information I had received from Robert’s phone the previous night, sending the relevant details to Scarlette for further investigation.

Let me introduce my close friend, Scarlette. She is the daughter of my father’s good friend, and we grew up together, even attending the same university in Newport. She pursued media studies, and despite being from a different university, we stayed in regular contact. Scarlette has excelled in her media career, making her a successful and influential figure in the industry.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She often teased me about transforming into a docile cat after marrying Robert. Every time we met, she would lament, “A perfect business partner like you, and you took off the market so quickly! Women should never get married. Men are like sandpaper, smoothing out all the edges and leaving no personality behind. You’re the classic example.”

Little did I know that her words would prove true, as Robert was indeed turning out to be a killer, and I was the target.

After briefing Scarlette on the key points to investigate, I took a short nap. I needed to conserve my energy after a restless night. However, when I woke up, Sherry showed no signs of leaving. So, I could only take the initiative to find her something to do.

I casually said to her, “Sherry, buy some prawns on your way back! I’m in the mood for them.”

“We have some at home. How do you want them cooked?” she asked, giving me a curious look.

“Fresh, not frozen. And also, buy a durian!” I deliberately mentioned durian, knowing that Robert disliked its odor. We rarely had durian at home because of his aversion, but both Sherry and I enjoyed it.

Upon hearing my request, she readily agreed, saying, “Sure, I’ll go now!”

Watching Sherry leave, I quickly turned off the surveillance. Then, I went to the medicine cabinet, and as expected, I found the hypnotic medication I was looking for, and there were two types.

Considering the pain from the needles in my scalp, I chuckled and chose a fast-acting and potentially addictive one for Sherry. She deserved this treatment!

With the medication selected, I returned the medicine box to its original place and lay back down, closing my eyes to contemplate how I could administer it to her without her knowledge.

When Sherry returned, I was already asleep on the sofa. However, Charles abruptly woke me up by patting my face vigorously with his little hands. It was a heavy slap, and he giggled at my startled expression.

Still half-asleep, I playfully swatted his little bottom and called him a “little rascal.”

Suddenly, I realized a problem. If Sherry fell into a deep sleep, what about Charles? Waiting for him to fall asleep would be too late. Moreover, the effect of the drug only lasted 4-6 hours. If I get someone to watch Charles, in case Shirley wakes up early, we’ll be exposed.

I stared at Charles, contemplating a solution.