Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!
Chapter 21 - 21 Sex Pajamas
Trixie was surprised when she saw Daryl inside. And the voice she just heard was from the woman he was talking on the speaker phone, and she only saw him using that phone just now.
She came inside and went directly to Daryl and she grabbed Daryl’s phone.
"Who is this, what is it that I should be angry about?' Trixie almost shouted.
She saw Daryl’s face turned pale for a moment, then his reaction changed. He then got angry and took his phone back.
"What is wrong with you?' Daryl was really mad. "What are you doing here, anyway?'
"I just learned that you have another property under your name that I don’t have knowledge about.' She said. "And who’s that girl you were talking to? You even use a secret phone. You really are cheating on me! '
"That was actually what we are talking about on the phone' Then he continued, "It was actually a surprise for you.'
On the phone, there was also the voice of a woman asking, one by one, "Daryl Blayden…" which almost destroyed Trixie's last reason in her mind. Daryl bent down to pick up his cell phone and hung up the phone.
"This is Mr. Moore's secretary, responsible for the handover of the property..." He explained.
Trixie did not have the patience to deal with Daryl anymore, and his tone was rarely sharp. Daryl seemed to be forced by her, or perhaps guilty, suddenly raised his voice.
"All this was just a matter of the property. So why are you so suspicious recently?! If you think I'm cheating, then let’s divorce!" Trixie was stunned by his words.
The two have been married for nine years, and their child is already big. Although there have been minor quarrels during this period, they are harmless.
However, this time Daryl asked her for divorce because of a mobile phone?!
Trixie was furious and smiled. Then Daryl called the phone back just now, turned his back, said something after connecting, and then stuffed the phone into Trixie's hand.
"Mrs. Blayden?"
to his senses and said "Hello," with mixed feelings
the other side of the phone also gave a polite
list of Mr. Moore and Mr. Blayden is very important. We, Mr. Moore, have concerns and gave Mr. Blayden a mobile phone to contact separately. We are really sorry for the misunderstanding between you and your husband. However, you can rest assured that there is only one contact information on the mobile phone. I contacted Blayden because there was a
Trixie's anger fade away a
his temper with her. He
to Daryl with a soft attitude.
to say something more. But he rushed to the car. She followed him and they
went back, they were silent
the kitchen to wash dishes. After packing up, she
walked to Daryl, and put honey
conference. Trixie walked away and sat aside consciously, waiting for him to apologize to him
while, Daryl hung up the video phone, drank the honey tea and walked
a smile. "No, I
untied her clothes,
you? Huh?" I have to say that Daryl's provocative approach has always worked for Trixie. Whether in love or not, he can make Trixie lose his mind quickly and
was preparing to do business, Trixie suddenly realized that this was
ask for it, Trixie gasped and explained that she wanted to go back to her room. Worried, Daryl immediately took her back to their bedroom. After the round, Daryl went
He got up and went to find the sexy
she couldn't find the pajamas neatly stacked on the innermost side. Did she put it somewhere else? No, she
to search all over the room. She has always packed her own clothes.
everywhere.
mobile phone, knelt on the carpet and leaned over to look at the gap
doesn't matter at first sight, it immediately
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