Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Trixie hesitated.

Looking at the woman in front of her, she didn't know whether she should believe her or not.

"How do I know if you're not lying to me?"

Instead of continuing to pack things, Trixie decided to hold it first.

She wanted to see what the woman wanted to do.

"You can believe it or not. Up to you."

The woman didn't repeat anything, rolled her eyes and turned away.

Trixie saw that she was really going to leave and hurriedly stopped her. "Wait!"

The woman stopped and smiled at her with an eyebrow. "I thought you had more backbone. Bring it."

Trixie hesitated, but counted five pieces from her wallet to the woman.

After receiving the money, she smiled happily, spat and counted the money one by one.

"What floor and number, so that I can tell them."

The woman did not even lift her head. She counted the five pieces of money over and over again.

"I don't know his room number."

The woman paused and the action of counting money stopped, then sighed impatiently and threw the money back to Trixie.

"You don't know the room number? I can't take you in layer by layer. Find someone else, I'm leaving."

With no money to take, the woman grumpily stared at Trixie, stepping on high heels and turned to leave.

She couldn't do anything by herself. She thought.

After a while, the room was now clean, and Trixie was almost done tidying up.

She closed the door of the room, walked to the window, looked at the opposite Haitian Blue Hotel, and felt a little lost.

at the men and women coming out from inside, she suddenly became afraid

she was psychologically prepared, at this moment, she

a familiar figure entered her

back, familiar clothes, and familiar

It's Daryl.

spirits while her eyes

at the gate. About a

out of the car, dressed in a red

to see the woman's face clearly, but was blocked by

as if they had

to fix his collar, Trixie clenched her hand and nearly cut her

to think so she opened the door

saw Daryl sitting on a BMW with a

to catch up, but the car had already

she suddenly felt like a fool, a fool played by Daryl in his

established way. If it weren't for his return that

rested on her shoulder, and the woman's voice

your husband? He's

respond. She stared straight at the direction of the BMW leaving, with tears in

a lover? It would be nice to take it easy, besides, he was just playing and didn't bring

words silenced

all of which were to persuade Trixie to open up, instead of

understand why a third person should be added when it is clearly shared only by

loved her,

a happy life with Kinsley, but why should this "third person" appear to

you help me find the

dollars is definitely not enough, you should know, our business needs to take

"A thousand."

the

trying to refute something, but seeing Trixie's mess, she

She nodded. "Deal."

her room, Trixie readily gave one thousand dollars to the woman, and then quietly sat on the bed

left, she told her not to

up at some gloomy night sky, and her heart seemed to be blocked and

Daryl got in the car with the woman, to tell the truth, her mind

mobile phone shook. It was a message