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 that she

was psychologically prepared, at this moment,

a familiar figure entered her peripheral

back, familiar clothes, and familiar

It's Daryl.

immediately raised her spirits while her

came out of the hotel and waited for a long time at the gate. About a few minutes later, a BMW stopped in front

of the car, dressed in a red skirt and long

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

two behaved intimately, talking and laughing as if they had known each other for a long

the woman's intimate help to fix his collar, Trixie

to think so she

she was running downstairs, she saw Daryl sitting

tried to catch up, but the

same place, she suddenly felt like a fool,

been living in his established way. If it weren't for his return that night, she's afraid she wouldn't know these things until

hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, and the woman's

your husband? He's very

direction of the BMW leaving, with tears in her

men to cheat. Look, which of the people coming and going here is not looking for a lover? It would be nice to take it easy, besides, he was just playing and didn't bring it home. Before, a man found a young lady here and took

words

also said the same things, all of which were to persuade Trixie to open up, instead of letting Trixie confront Daryl

why a third person should be added when it is clearly shared only by the life of

Daryl still loved her,

with Kinsley, but why should this "third person" appear to break

me find the room

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

"A thousand."

looked at the woman, obviously

mouth, perhaps trying to refute something, but seeing

She nodded. "Deal."

dollars to the

she told her not to follow them, and then closed the door

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

woman,

phone shook. It