Marriage With A Evil Heart

However, I didn’t rush to confront her. Instead, I checked the surveillance footage.

Sherry was in the living room downstairs, lounging on the sofa, playing with her phone. In my absence, she seemed to be growing more audacious, adopting the demeanor of the lady of the house. There were even fruits placed conveniently by her side, exuding a contented air.

Alice was probably in her room, and I was certain she wasn’t up to anything good. I refused to believe that after seducing Robert, all she wanted was a few pieces of jewelry and clothing.

Observing the cunning girl, I felt that she might be even more scheming than her sister. Especially after her suspicious shout downstairs, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed off-it was definitely not a coincidence.

About fifteen minutes later, I accepted Amelia’s friend request and checked her profile. As expected, there was nothing, no updates in her timeline.

I refrained from initiating the conversation, waiting to see how she would play it out. I was determined to fully cooperate.

Just as I was contemplating, she sent a message, “Daisy, is it you?”

I deliberately replied with a question mark.

Then she said, “I’m Amelia. Thank you so much for taking care of my child today!”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied with a smiley face. “I was afraid he might run around in a hurry. After all, he’s still young.”

Amelia sent another message, “Yes! I haven’t been feeling well these past two days. I didn’t go to pick up Ryan. I had his father do it, but he was late. Thanks to you, men just can’t handle taking care of kids!”

“Don’t be so polite,” I replied. Then I asked, “Why haven’t you been feeling well? You’re preparing for pregnancy, right? Take care of your body. You’re not young anymore, and it’s important to keep yourself healthy!”

Amelia chatted with me for a while, with the conversation filled with insipid pleasantries. When she subtly inquired about Robert, I finally understood her real purpose in adding me today.

Wanting to end the conversation quickly, I suggested that if she had any issues, I could help pick up her child. She promptly declined, saying his father would do it.

I chuckled to myself, letting this “father” handle it. I was curious to see the excuses he’d come up with every day.

Once I finished there, I immediately messaged Scarlette, telling her to find a chance for Amelia to encounter a more affluent man.

“A wealthy man?” Scarlette looked at me puzzled. “Did I hear you correctly?”

“You heard right, preferably one with a formidable wife!” I dropped a hint.

Scarlette quickly caught on. “Oh, I see! I’ll figure something out!”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Quickly, I turned off my phone, lay down, and pretended to be already asleep.

Certainly, the footsteps belonged to Robert. He quietly entered the room, walked to the side of my bed, and observed me for a moment. He softly called my name, but I didn’t respond. He then bent down and reached under my pillow, checking both sides.

I instantly tensed up; his actions were crystal clear. He was searching for my phone, indicating that he intended to confirm his suspicions.

Internally alarmed, I thought, “No, I haven’t had the chance to delete the conversation with Scarlette yet. If he gets hold of the phone, he’ll discover it!”

He showed no signs of giving up, continuing to carefully search downward. I deliberately made a soft hum, moved my body slightly, and his hand quickly retreated.

However, I could clearly sense that he was still standing there, closely monitoring my movements. There was no indication that he intended to leave. Muttering to myself, I turned over and lay on my back, taking the opportunity to slide my hand beneath my body.

The room fell into a profound silence, where you could hear a pin drop. Only our subtle breathing sounds filled the air. My heart pounded wildly as I anxiously clenched my fists, anticipating his next move.