Marriage With A Evil Heart

I just started to say something when I saw Sherry coming out with a baby bottle, “Mr. and Mrs. Brown, lunch is ready!”

I had to swallow my words.

Before understanding what Robert was thinking, I couldn’t act rashly. After all, from the scene just now, he also seems suspicious..

But I still wanted to take care of Charles myself, so I reached out to Sherry, “Give me the baby bottle, I’ll feed Charles!”

However, Charles was jumping happily towards Sherry, his eyes didn’t even look at me, full of Sherry.

I stubbornly wanted to take Charles from Robert, but his little hand impatiently pushed away mine, ‘Mommy, Mommy,’ he called urgently, reaching out to Sherry.

Robert picked him up and handed him to Sherry, then supported me to stand up, saying softly, “Let’s go and eat something, Otherwise, you’ll be sleepy again later. Food is more important than medicine!”

This casual remark reminded me that I really couldn’t appear too energetic. The lethargy after taking the medicine is not my current state.

So I had to give up, reluctantly watching Charles. In my heart, I secretly competed; after all, the child was still mine. I would wait a little longer, wait until I found out the truth, and my son would still be my son.

Under Robert’s care during this meal, I ate a lot, and Robert watched my face with joy, smiling at me all the time.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Silly, I’m happy that you have an appetite!” Robert patted my hand affectionately.

I looked sick and weak, leaning on the back of the chair. To be honest, the current weakness is not something I pretended to be. Long-term medication has already exhausted my body. Although I felt much better after stopping the medicine three times, every little movement made me feel weak and dizzy.

“Tired?” Robert asked with concern as I nodded immediately, leaning limply on the edge of the table, “Sleepy!”

Robert stood up and, without saying a word, lifted me up. I held onto his neck, feeling a bit sentimental. I couldn’t remember the last time I had enjoyed such treatment. Pouting, I asked, “Hubby, when will I get better? Why do I feel more and more weak? Logically, after taking so much medicine, there should be some improvement.”

“Don’t be impatient. You’re already seeing the effects. Today, you were able to go downstairs!” He looked at me meaningfully.

My heart tightened. His answer felt uncomfortable, and my suspicions and concerns resurfaced. I fell silent, leaning weakly against him.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

As we walked out of the dining room, I caught a glimpse of Sherry feeding the child, casting a sidelong glance at Robert that held me.

He carried me back to the second floor, laid me on the bed, and covered me with a blanket. Although I was “drowsy,” he stood by my bedside, watching me. Even with closed eyes, I could sense that gaze.

Strangely, his gaze gave me an eerie feeling, devoid of any warmth. He stared for a good ten seconds before calling me, “Baby!”

I didn’t move, didn’t respond, pretending to sleep.

In the next moment, I felt him leaning close, warm breath spraying onto my face. I dared not move a little.

My sixth sense told me that his action was far from simple. The brief gaze felt like a century, shattering the last remnants of my illusions about Robert.

I heard Sherry’s voice asking softly, “Is she asleep?” The breath on my face retreated, and I heard their footsteps walking away. Just before they left, I heard a sentence that struck me like thunder, “Keep an eye on her; her condition has been off these past two days!”

I didn’t hear anything else they said. Wrapped in the blanket, I shivered uncontrollably, feeling like I had plunged into an abyss.