Marriage With A Evil Heart

Sherry, like a dying bird of prey, refused to yield. ‘You don’t have to look at me like that. I’m wholeheartedly doing things for you! You better not hurt my feelings!’

Robert withdrew his gaze, leaning against the back of the sofa, appearing exhausted. Then, in a somewhat somber tone, he spoke, “You’d better not overstep. I remember everything you do, but I don’t succumb to threats.”

Sherry tried to inch closer to Robert, placing both hands on his shoulders and slowly massaging them. Seeing no objection from Robert, she continued.

“I never thought of threatening you, and I know you must have other women outside…” Sherry seemed to feel emboldened, but before she could finish her sentence, Robert, who had been lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and glared at her. Sherry involuntarily shivered.

‘You better behave. Just because you’re around doesn’t mean you can think of things you shouldn’t! People need self-awareness. I would never let anyone get the short end of the stick, but if you keep causing trouble, don’t blame me for being ruthless!’

Hearing this, Sherry turned to face him, knelt down and crawled on top of him, attempting to embrace his neck. However, Robert pushed her away with a swift motion. ‘Go back to sleep; I’m too tired!’

Sherry knelt there, staring at him. Daringly, she placed her hand in his crotch. ‘I’ll make you feel comfortable!’

Robert once again pushed her hand away. ‘Get lost!’

Sherry stood up abruptly, a mix of embarrassment and anger, lowly growling, ‘What? You find someone younger and despise me for being old? I advise you to be careful! My sister is not as easy to deceive as I am.’

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Sherry’s mouth twitched awkwardly, standing there for a while before turning around. In the next scene, the figure quickly left barefoot, just turning around the corner of the stairs when Sherry also opened the door and walked out of the study.

She paused, glancing in the direction Alice had disappeared for a long time before retracting her gaze and turning back to her room.

I enlarged the downstairs screen. Alice quickly descended the stairs, pacing back and forth in the corridor leading to her room a few times before disappearing completely.

Robert remained leaning on the sofa, lost in thought. It took a good twenty minutes before he got up. I quickly turned off the surveillance video, checked my phone briefly, and placed it under me to simulate falling asleep while holding the phone. I closed my eyes.

Not long after, Robert tiptoed into the room, searching for my phone until he found it. He quickly retreated.

I squinted my eyes, seeing him leave the room hastily. I turned around, revealing a disdainful smile. I had already erased all traces from my phone without a trace.

Indeed, not much later, he returned to the room and put my phone back where it belonged. However, he didn’t get back into bed; instead, he left the room again.

It seems he went to Alice’s room. Robert is indeed a fickle scoundrel. I am disgusted by his behavior of a rutting dog. However, the conversation between Robert and Sherry just now lingers in my mind, indicating that it’s urgent to find the potions in her possession.

The next day, I intentionally had her use my car to take the children, and she willingly agreed. She even changed into a new set of clothes, looking delighted as she drove away, not resembling a nanny at all.

I took the opportunity to search her old car, but still didn’t find what I was looking for. Feeling somewhat discouraged, I wondered where she could have hidden it.

For the rest of the day, I stayed at home, gathering my strength and not going out.

I told Scarlette about the conversation between Sherry and Robert, and we discussed our plan to set a trap for Sherry.