Marriage With A Evil Heart

The phone stubbornly rang again, and Robert, still damp from the shower, immediately pushed the door open. He reached for the phone and retreated back into the bathroom. After a while, an impatient low growl came from inside, “… busy with work, don’t make trouble!” Then, only the sound of rushing water remained.

When he emerged, he casually wiped himself and lay down on the bed. Concerned, I asked, “Are you very tired?”

“A bit uncomfortable,” he replied hoarsely, pulling the blanket over himself, and fell silent.

I tenderly reached out and touched his forehead, exclaiming, “You have a fever?”

“Mmm,” he lazily acknowledged.

“Then let me find some medicine for you!” I chattered, but didn’t move.

He mumbled, “Don’t bother…”

In my mind, I scoffed silently, fine, don’t be bothered then.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Before long, he curled up, breathing evenly, indicating that he had fallen asleep. I tested him, but he showed no response whatsoever!

Quietly getting out of bed, I took his phone and hid in the bathroom. The phone was turned off, so I quickly powered it on and entered his password to access the home screen.

As I expected, the recent call was labeled Secretary-Lia, undoubtedly referring to Amelia. The calls from last night until now were all from her, and there were numerous missed calls throughout the day. It seemed that from last night until now, she hadn’t been able to reach Robert, meaning her anger from last night hadn’t been vented yet.

I clicked on his WhatsApp, but there was no conversation resembling Amelia. I was puzzled – did they not use WhatsApp?

Suddenly, it occurred to me – Robert’s other phone. Could the mysterious blue enchantress be Amelia? In other words, the woman he must see every week is Amelia?

Quite a tacit understanding without saying.

I browsed through the WhatsApp chat box again. In the WhatsApp profile pictures section, I immediately noticed a vulgar image – a close-up of a woman’s private area, clearly displaying the dark triangle.

I clicked on it and almost cursed aloud. The enlarged image turned out to be a broom placed on a flesh-colored background, deceptively realistic from a distance. Damn, it disgusted me.

The chat records revealed explicit conversations between him and this woman, vulgar and low-level. Their recent contact was remarkably frequent.

Based on this chat history, I concluded that Robert hadn’t been intimate with Amelia recently; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to keep such records.

I checked other apps, but there was nothing new. I closed the phone and quietly returned it to its original place. Robert was still curled up under the blanket, seemingly in a deep sleep. Considering he had a high fever, I didn’t bother checking it. I wasn’t that kind to a bastard who wanted to harm me.

However, I was a bit unwilling. How could there be no information from Amelia? I wanted to confirm whether the blue enchantress was Amelia.

So, I found his car keys and quietly went downstairs.

The night was deep and silent, the dim lights in the garage making it exceptionally gloomy. I couldn’t help shivering.

I skillfully opened the car door and searched around where he usually placed his phone, but I couldn’t find his other phone. I was puzzled; he had indeed left it here last time. Could he have taken it upstairs? It didn’t make sense. He was a meticulous person, especially about that phone, which was undoubtedly crucial to him. He couldn’t be careless, especially after stopping the medication for me. He should have been more cautious.

But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find it. It was strange.

Exhausted and panting, I was about to leave when suddenly, a voice behind me made me scream in fear.