Marriage With A Evil Heart

I stomped my foot in frustration. It was too late! Once the electricity was restored at this moment, and the corridor surveillance was activated, I would be exposed.

In a rush, I restored everything to its original state, locked the drawer again, checked the desktop, and hurriedly placed the bunch of keys back into the hidden compartment of the statue. Then, I quickly slipped out of the study, running back to the master bedroom.

My heart pounded as if it would burst. Just as I was about to get into bed, I remembered the camera still soaking in water.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I rushed back into the bathroom, retrieved the camera from the water, dried the water droplets on it with a towel, and then placed it back in its original position. I prayed that it was damaged after being submerged.

Exhausted, I lay back on the bed, gasping for breath like a fish on the brink of death.

After calming down, despair and helplessness engulfed me from all directions, making it impossible to keep up the charade. I cried uncontrollably, also listening carefully to the sounds outside, afraid they would return and discover me in such a heartbreaking state.

The next day.

I woke up very early, hungry. I hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, and Sherry didn’t wake me up for medicine either.

I had no idea what time they had returned last night or when the electricity had come back. Perhaps crying had exhausted me, or maybe I had contacted Scarlette successfully. Either way, I slept surprisingly well that night.

When Sherry came to give me medicine, I deliberately asked her, “Did I not eat last night? Why am I hungry again?”

Upon hearing my words, Sherry chuckled, “You ate very little last night because you said you had eaten too much for lunch!”

I clenched my fists in anger, cursing her silently in my heart.

“You can put it there; I’ll go to the bathroom first before drinking. Also, bring me a glass of milk,” I casually instructed, lifting the blanket to get out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

I heard her footsteps leaving, quickly grabbed a towel, poured the medicine onto it, and, to be safe, pretended to go through the motions of drinking it.

Returning to the bathroom, I quickly washed the towel, contemplating how to save some medicine to be tested by Scarlette later.

Just as I finished washing the towel and returned to bed, Sherry came back with the milk. She specifically glanced at the medicine bowl.

I took the milk, took a sip casually, and asked, “Where’s Robert?”

“He’s already gone out!” She replied while calling Button, “Button, why are you always climbing everywhere? You’re getting naughtier! Come down quickly!”

I looked up and saw that Button had somehow jumped to the top of the cabinet, looking proudly at Sherry.

My eyebrows twitched, and I was delighted.

This cat really seemed like my good luck charm, almost like a guardian angel sent by fate.

Sherry helplessly glanced at it, muttering something, and walked out with the two bowls, saying, “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Whether it was my imagination or not, her attitude today seemed a bit arrogant, shining provocatively at me.

Seeing her leave, I called Button, got out of bed, and walked slowly to the cabinet. I pretended to talk to the cat, asking it to come down, and threw a book towards it. However, I aimed not where the cat stood but at the location of the surveillance camera. Subsequently, there was a series of crashing sounds, and the cat jumped down in fear.

I smiled knowingly, picked up the cat, kissed it, and thought, “Well done, Button, good boy!” But what I said aloud was, “Don’t climb up there again next time!”

However, I was confident; the room was safe now.

I absentmindedly had breakfast, not daring to eat too much to avoid raising suspicions.

As noon approached, I eagerly awaited Scarlette’s arrival. However, I waited the entire day without seeing any sign of Scarlette.