Marriage With A Evil Heart

“Mrs. Brown, what are you doing?”

In the silent and dimly lit garage, this sudden voice almost scared me half to death. I let out a startled cry, quickly turning around, only to see Sherry standing behind me in her thin nightgown. I hadn’t heard a single sound from her.

My brain instantly crashed, and I was left in a blank emptiness. I mentally cursed, damn!

I slumped into the seat, breathing heavily, patting my chest to calm my heart that was ready to leap out.

In the next second, I glared at her with a dark expression, angrily yelling, “What are you doing? Sneaking around like a ghost without making a sound. Do you know you could scare someone to death?”

I closed my eyes, my brain spinning rapidly. How should I deal with her?

Seeing me yelling without caring, Sherry, somewhat surprised, looked at me dumbfounded, clenching her mouth.

“At this late hour, why are you wandering around sneakily? What are you doing, following me like a ghost?” I took the initiative, loudly questioning her. She was left speechless by my sudden outburst.

“I… I saw you… and just followed you down,” she stammered, sounding guilty.

I gave her a stern look, then stood up and restored the car interior to its original state, then picked up a box of medicine and a thermometer from the car’s storage compartment. With a cold face, I locked the car with the key and walked back inside.

Though I looked calm, my heart was in turmoil. How did she know I went downstairs, and why did she follow me here? If she reports this to Robert, it will undoubtedly raise suspicions.

I glanced down and felt lucky that the box of medicine was a fever reducer, probably leftover from Charles’s last usage. Unexpectedly, it came in handy for me.

Sherry timidly followed me back into the house. I coldly instructed her, “Get a glass of water!”

She looked confused for a moment but quickly poured a glass of water. I saw her coming in and opened the box of the thermometer. After checking it against the light, I climbed onto the bed next to Robert, pulled up his arm, and inserted the thermometer.

Sherry, stunned by this series of actions, nervously asked, “Mr. Brown… has a fever?”

I gave her an unkind glance and retorted, “What do you think?”

“I… I didn’t mean anything. I didn’t intentionally follow you; it’s just that I saw you going out late at night…” Sherry mumbled as she tried to explain.

“Sherry, get it clear. I’m in my own home, and I go out whenever I want. But you, sneaking around and following me, what are you up to?” I interrogated aggressively.

Sherry looked embarrassed, with no room for further explanation.

“I’ll go out now!” She regretfully took a step back, and I immediately stopped her, “Hold on!”

She paused, looking at me with confusion.

“Check his temperature and help me give him the medicine!” I said coldly.

After waiting for a moment, I reached for the thermometer, checked it against the light, and Sherry, looking anxious, asked me, “What’s the temperature?”

I deliberately replied with a worried tone, “39. 2 degrees, why is it so high?”

“What should we do? Mrs. Brown, should we go to the hospital?” Sherry took a step forward, genuinely seeming concerned.

I shot her a sharp look, and she immediately halted.

I signaled to her, “Give me the medicine!”

She quickly handed me the box of medicine I had just taken from the bedside table. I checked the instructions, took out two pills, and had Sherry pass me the water. I held Robert’s head, pried open his tightly shut mouth, threw the pills inside, and then took the water from Sherry to feed Robert.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

He struggled groggily, and I softly said, “Don’t move, your temperature is too high. You need to take the medicine.”

I played my part exceptionally well, inwardly grateful that this scumbag had a fever tonight. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for me to act so convincingly.

He groaned twice and swallowed the medicine. During this time, I saw Sherry checking the thermometer.

Performing the entire act, I placed Robert back on the pillow and got off the bed. Holding a cup of water, I walked out, casually telling Sherry, “Go rest! Don’t sneak around next time! ”

She followed me obediently as I walked downstairs, and she went back to her room.

As I descended the stairs, I glanced at her tightly closed bedroom door. Quickly, I grabbed the medical kit, pocketed the fever-reducing medicine, and…