Marriage With A Evil Heart

I observed as Sherry’s expression subtly froze for a moment. Quickly, she placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and kindly said, “Let me take a look.”

That smile, seemingly gentle, sent shivers down my spine.

Pointing at the painful spot, I said, “Right here.”

She touched it and pretended to press, saying, “Here? There’s nothing here.”

I hissed, “It’s here, it hurts a lot!”

“But it’s perfectly fine here!” She moved her fingers to other areas, diverting my attention.

I sat up straight, feeling the painful spot and said, “It’s strange. I always feel a sharp pain, like being pricked by a needle. It’s been happening a lot lately.”

“No signs at all! Maybe it’s neuralgia. I occasionally experience that too!” She continued with her nonsense.

In my mind, I cursed at her, knowing she was taking advantage of the fact that I couldn’t see the area and was feeding me lies.

“Alright,” I pretended to ponder, looking at her.

Perhaps afraid I would continue questioning, she quickly said, “Mrs. Brown, go ahead and take your medicine. I’ll go check on Charles; I’m worried about him playing alone downstairs.”

With that, she turned and walked away. I silently breathed a sigh of relief. This was what I needed. Otherwise, she would have surely watched me take the medicine before leaving.

From last night until now, skipping the medicine twice, I noticeably felt my consciousness becoming clearer. The drowsiness and fatigue symptoms were alleviated to some extent.

It seemed like I couldn’t continue taking this medicine. I suspected that all my adverse reactions were related to it.

I needed to find a way to get the medicine tested as soon as possible. What exactly was she giving me to drink?

I still needed to find out whether Robert was aware of what was happening to me. But first, how should I handle this bowl of medicine?

I looked up at the position where the surveillance camera used to be. My intuition told me not to take it lightly; I didn’t know if it was currently active.

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At that moment, Button crawled out from the blanket and nestled into my arms. seizing the opportunity, I held the medicine bowl, and as expected, Button vehemently resisted, darting away. It seemed even this little creature was repulsed by the medicine.

While Button made its escape, I purposely shook the hand holding the bowl, spilling some medicine on my clothes. Then, casually, I placed the bowl back. I headed to the bathroom, picked a dark-colored towel, wiped my face, walked to the bedside table, and with my back to the surveillance, swiftly poured the medicine into the towel. Then, I mimicked taking the medicine.

Holding the bowl and the towel with the medicine, I nonchalantly walked back into the bathroom, quickly cleaned the towel, and confidently returned downstairs.

Observing the calm me, my heart pounded. I had never imagined playing the role of an actress in my own home.

At the staircase, I thought I heard Robert’s voice, and a tickling in my nose with a hint of sadness. Unconsciously, I quickened my pace.

This was an instinctive display of dependence on him, after all, for the past ten years, he had been the closest person to me. Anyone who knew us was aware of his care and affection for me.

I was eager to know if he had any inkling of what was happening while I lay on the bed, completely unaware.

The hushed conversations of the men downstairs and Charles’s laughter almost brought me to tears in my vulnerable state. Yet, as I rushed down the stairs, I was completely caught off guard by what I saw in front of me.