Marriage With A Evil Heart

Indeed, that remark stirred Robert’s complete displeasure. He stopped eating, looked at me sharply, and coldly retorted, “Seems like you’ve truly recovered. Now you have the energy to pry into other people’s private matters!”

I shrugged, appearing indifferent. “What’s the big deal? Is it not allowed? I feel like she’s always avoiding me.”

Robert’s face turned a bit pale, and he adopted a serious tone. “Let me tell you, dear, don’t emulate those boring women who enjoy poking into others’ privacy. It’s quite annoying.”

Seeing him nervous, I laughed uproariously, covering my mouth. “You’re the annoying one! I’m just making conversation. Why are you so worked up?”

I’m doing this, left Robert at a loss, and Sherry, across the table, expressed her disdain by lowering her eyelids. Alice, not one to be idle, observed the interaction keenly, her eyes darting back and forth between the three of us with amused curiosity.

“I’m warning you. Stay away from the bad habits of wealthy circles. Don’t meddle in unnecessary matters; it might cause trouble later!” His expression turned cold, and the emotions in his eyes were murky and indistinct. I knew he was on the verge of losing his temper.

So, I intentionally showed a disappointed look, feigning to relent. “Alright,! I was just curious. She seems to be doing well, living in an upscale neighborhood, driving a luxury car, and sending her child to a prestigious private school. Her husband should be decent. Why does she always avoid talking about him? Isn’t that strange? I just want to know. Any problem with that? Why are you in such a hurry? Does it concern you?”

“Nonsense! It does concern me! I’m not in a hurry, but prying into others’ private matters is a big taboo. You better distance yourself from that Amelia. I always feel like this woman is up to no good.” Robert, perhaps feeling cornered, started to denigrate Amelia.

I could hardly imagine what Amelia would think if she knew about Robert’s opinion of her.

But she truly was up to no good!

Glancing up, I saw Sherry with a delighted expression. Catching my gaze, she quickly lowered her head to eat, concealing the joy that had unintentionally slipped through.

In my mind, I cursed at her – don’t get too happy too soon. Robert’s opinion of you might be even worse.

If it weren’t for the fact that I hadn’t found what she was hiding, I would have kicked her out long ago.

But that’s good. The conversation I had with Robert just now served as a catalyst for Sherry. I was confident that she wouldn’t remain indifferent, especially since I had instructed Albert to pass on this information to Adam.

So, I was sure that Sherry knew about Amelia and her child’s existence. Moreover, she likely knew about Robert’s whereabouts these past few days; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been going out so frequently.

This meal was consumed with everyone harboring their own concerns.

However, there’s something that puzzled me. when I was in Sherry’s room just now and the way Alice shouted-why did it feel like she was giving me a heads-up? I glanced at Alice, who had been focused on her meal. When she noticed my gaze, she gave me an incredibly bright smile.

Could it be that Alice knew I had entered Sherry’s room? If so, I shouldn’t underestimate this little girl.

In the evening, the kids went to bed early after playing, and Charles didn’t bother Sherry much since Oliver’s return. This was undoubtedly a good thing for me.

Robert mentioned having a video conference, so I used an excuse to bring him a cup of coffee. Sneakily glancing at the screen, it indeed showed a video conference in progress. It seemed he hadn’t been going to the office these past few days. I didn’t linger and left as soon as I set down the cup.

Coincidentally, Scarlette sent a message saying the funding partner had agreed to proceed with the project, and details of the collaboration could be discussed at a later meeting.

This news filled me with joy. Although I was curious about Scarlette’s friend and their connection, the fact that he agreed to a meeting meant I would find out sooner or later.

I couldn’t resist sending Scarlette a compliment.

Someone on Facebook sent a friend request, and looking at the profile picture-a hand-holding scene-the male hand seemed strangely familiar. A sudden realization struck me, and I was convinced that this was Amelia.

Ha! Before I could find her, she came looking for me. What a pleasant surprise!Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.