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.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“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.

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…