Marriage With A Evil Heart

She quickly waved her hand, “Thanks, Mrs. Brown! I’m just thirsty and came to get some water.”

Then she picked up her own water glass and took a big sip, trying to conceal her guilt. “Well, I’m going to bed now. Feel free to leave the dishes, I’ll clean up in the morning.”

I smiled at her, “Alright.”

Robert’s expression remained cold and indifferent, pretending to be aloof and unaffected. He ignored Sherry’s presence.

In my mind, I cursed him as a heartless beast.

Drinking his wine, Robert watched me put down my knife and fork and questioned, “Why aren’t you eating? Is it not cooked well?”

“My mouth tastes weird. The medication is making me feel poisoned. Nothing tastes good,” I said dramatically, then asked him, “Honey, eating now won’t affect tomorrow’s checkup, right?”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“No, it won’t,” he assured confidently.

I had some doubts. Would he really take me to the hospital?

Robert considerately cut the steak into small pieces and watched me finish eating before smiling with satisfaction, “Be good.”

At this point, I could clearly see his eyelids getting heavy. I stretched lazily, self-mockingly saying, “I feel like a lazy pig, getting sleepy after a full meal. My eyelids are heavy!”

“Sleepy? Then go upstairs to bed. I’m tired too!” He got up, pulled me up, and holding my hand, we returned to the bedroom. He eagerly lay down on the bed, tightly wrapping his arms around my waist.

This kind of intimacy that used to make me feel sweet was now nauseating. I felt like my body was crawling with maggots. But I persevered until fifteen minutes later when I called out, “Honey!”

He was dead asleep, snoring like a pig, his heavy head pressing down on my shoulder.

Impatiently, I shoved his head to the side with a big move, “Your head is so heavy! It’s making it hard for me to breathe.”

He had no reaction. I knew he had entered a deep sleep.

I lifted his arm wrapped around me and tossed it away, muttering under my breath, “Disgusting!”

Then I rolled out of bed, put on my shoes, and quietly left the room. I opened Sherry’s door and saw she was in the same state as Robert. Damn! A pair of stupid pigs.

I went to the study, found Robert’s car keys in his handbag, and went downstairs directly. I had been curious about what Paul gave him during the day. What could be in the file? Logically, Robert couldn’t have known Paul. Paul was someone I used a long time ago, before Robert took over the company.

Seeing Paul today was a shock. How could they have made contact? Birds of a feather, indeed.

Opening the car door, I sat inside, searched through everywhere but couldn’t find what I was looking for. However, in the gap of the driver’s seat, I saw Robert’s phone.

I was surprised. Why was his phone here? Wait a minute, he took a call before going to bed! I distinctly remember he took a call after taking a shower and then put the phone in the pocket of his housecoat.

Then what was this phone?

I turned it over and tried turning it on; the battery was full. Driven by intense curiosity, I entered Robert’s usual password. It failed. I slapped my forehead and entered the same password as his computer, and the screen flashed and unlocked.

It became clear; this was Robert’s secret phone.

I swallowed nervously. The phone had few applications. I opened the contacts, and the list had only a few numbers, all unfamiliar names. None of them were people I knew.

This phone was definitely Robert’s secret.