Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 136

It seemed like he was incredibly tired last night; now he’s fast asleep, Sylvia gazed at him for a moment.

Seeing the faint palm print and slight swelling on his left cheek, the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth untouched, he looked just as miserable as she did, if not worse.

Although she had exhausted herself last night and couldn’t remember what happened afterwards, hated on the current situation, Edgar probably didn’t do anything to her.

She pursed her lips and suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness in her mouth. Was it the taste of glucose?

He was the one who put the drug in her coffee, along with the medicine. Now he’s pretending to be a good person.

Heh.

A bone–chilling coldness filled Sylvia’s eyes. Putting on a self–directed and self–performed act for her? Just

wait!

She stepped out of the bathtub, quietly left the bathroom without waking him up.

Edgar was awakened by the intense pain on his back.

He had been leaning against the edge of the bathtub in such a posture that his arm was almost dislocated from sleeping.

Last night, he was busy helping Sylvia reduce her fever and forgot to apply medicine to himself. He accidentally bumped into the sharp corner of the bed, and his back was probably more swollen now.

He sighed, propped himself up, and sat up, only to find that the person in the bathtub was gone!

How did she wake up? He had no idea at all. It seemed that the effectiveness of this 023 special drug indeed reduced his sensitivity quite a bit.

He got up, walked to the sink, and cleaned the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror. Then he went downstairs to find Sylvia.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely heavy.

Sylvia sat on the sofa with her hands folded in front of her chest, her expression cold and fierce.

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sofa in an orderly manner, their expressions

and knew that what had to come would eventually come. He walked heavily

to meet his, but said

her, was the first to point at the two packets of coffee sugar on the table and said, “Mr. Fallen, last night the young lady asked you to make coffee. You did make coffee, but you added something disgusting to it. Isn’t that going

at Sylvia without shifting his gaze and explained, “It’s true that I put the coffee sugar packets on the tray and served them to you. I won’t deny that. However, I had

her eyes. Are these two

couldn’t help but try again, “Last night, I said I wouldn’t deceive or

time?”

Sylvia chuckled.

day, you suspected it was me. Do you think you deserve an explanation from me? If

insurmountable obstacle. Edgar tightly pursed his

me. You made the coffee this time, and you were the first one to rush in after I mistakenly consumed it. Can you

if the one–year agreement has been too difficult for you, I can give you a fair chance to compete. Maybe you can snatch the Fallen family and the ancestral

and stern. “But unfortunately, you seer enjoy using such despicable means. Well, I’m sorry to say,

anticipated this outcome and smiled bitterly. “What do you want

“It’s simple.”

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raised her hand, and immediately Seventeen brought a glass of warm water from the kitchen, placing

the

mastermind.”

his brows, lowered his head, and looked at the sugar packets on

you can choose the sugar from this fifty–fifty chance, then I’ll believe that you were just an accomplice or that you were deceived by Yvonne’s manipulation. I

Young Master Fallen.”

final four words dripped with

stood still, continuously staring at her, trying to find any other emotions in her

there were none.

own fault for not being trusted

and took the two coffee sugar packets in his hands

glass of warm water,

“Mr. Fallen, you!”

who believed in him more, was shocked to see him drink both packets. Miss Sylvia only had half a cup of coffee with the drug last night, and she felt so uncomfortable. This is

black market.

drank the entire packet. Was he really throwing

choose, and there was still a fifty percent chance

well, I respect

turned dark. “Seventeen, Eighteen, take Mr. Fallen to the basement.”

“Yes.”