The phone stubbornly rang again, and Robert, still damp from the shower, immediately pushed the door open. He reached for the phone and retreated back into the bathroom. After a while, an impatient low growl came from inside, “… busy with work, don’t make trouble!” Then, only the sound of rushing water remained.


    When he emerged, he casually wiped himself andy down on the bed. Concerned, I asked, “Are you very tired?”


    “A bit ufortable,” he replied hoarsely, pulling the nket over himself, and fell silent.


    I tenderly reached out and touched his forehead, eximing, “You have a fever?”


    “Mmm,” hezily acknowledged.


    “Then let me find some medicine for you!” I chattered, but didn’t move.


    He mumbled, “Don’t bother…”


    In my mind, I scoffed silently, fine, don’t be bothered then.


    Before long, he curled up, breathing evenly, indicating that he had fallen asleep. I tested him, but he showed no response whatsoever!


    Quietly getting out of bed, I took his phone and hid in the bathroom. The phone was turned off, so I quickly powered it on and entered his password to ess the home screen.


    As I expected, the recent call wasbeled Secretary-Lia, undoubtedly referring to Amelia. The calls fromst night until now were all from her, and there were numerous missed calls throughout the day. It seemed that fromst night until now, she hadn’t been able to reach Robert, meaning her anger fromst night hadn’t been vented yet.


    I clicked on his WhatsApp, but there was no conversation resembling Amelia. I was puzzled – did they not use WhatsApp?


    Suddenly, it urred to me – Robert’s other phone. Could the mysterious blue enchantress be Amelia? In other words, the woman he must see every week is Amelia?


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    I browsed through the WhatsApp chat box again. In the WhatsApp profile pictures section, I immediately noticed a vulgar image – a close-up of a woman’s private area, clearly disying the dark triangle.


    I clicked on it and almost cursed aloud. The erged image turned out to be a broom ced on a flesh-colored background, deceptively realistic from a distance. Damn, it disgusted me.


    The chat records revealed explicit conversations between him and this woman, vulgar and low-level. Their recent contact was remarkably frequent.


    Based on this chat history, I concluded that Robert hadn’t been intimate with Amelia recently; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to keep such records.


    I checked other apps, but there was nothing new. I closed the phone and quietly returned it to its original ce. Robert was still curled up under the nket, seemingly in a deep sleep. Considering he had a high fever, I didn’t bother checking it. I wasn’t that kind to a bastard who wanted to harm me.


    However, I was a bit unwilling. How could there be no information from Amelia? I wanted to confirm whether the blue enchantress was Amelia.


    So, I found his car keys and quietly went downstairs.


    The night was deep and silent, the dim lights in the garage making it exceptionally gloomy. I couldn’t help shivering.


    I skillfully opened the car door and searched around where he usually ced his phone, but I couldn’t find his other phone. I was puzzled; he had indeed left it herest time. Could he have taken it upstairs? It didn’t make sense. He was a meticulous person, especially about that phone, which was undoubtedly crucial to him. He couldn’t be careless, especially after stopping the medication for me. He should have been more cautious.


    But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find it. It was strange.


    Exhausted and panting, I was about to leave when suddenly, a voice behind me made me scream in fear.