Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

During their dinner, Trixie was still guilty for what she had done to Daryl a while ago. Not only did she not listened to his explanation, but she also slapped him on his face.

What should I do? Is there something that I can still do?

After dinner, she put Kinsley to sleep and went into their bedroom. The bathroom door was closed. Listening to the trickling sound inside, it seemed that Daryl was taking a bath.

Trixie opened the wardrobe and immediately dug out the sexy pajamas she had bought before. She wore it once before, and it was really effective. Daryl seemed to like it very much. Although she was still hesitant when it comes to this kind of thing, she still wanted to show off as an apology to her husband.

Not long after, Daryl came out from the shower and eventually saw Trixie lying on the bed. He was paused for a while, then he smiled and immediately understood what she meant. He casually placed the towel aside and kissed Trixie on the bed. His gloomy mood instantly turned even better.

Daryl's technique made Trixie unable to stop. After several times of romance, Trixie, who was lying on the bed were already sweating, and her breathing slowly went gentle, then her lips showed a satisfied smile. Daryl kissed her on the forehead and took her to the bathroom for her to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Trixie had already been exhausted, so she took advantage and let Daryl pull out her pajamas and lay her in the bathtub as she breathed a sigh of relief. While having a bath, her eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a small bottle of perfume near the washing pool not far away from her. The perfume bottle was exactly the same as the orange bottle that Erin gave her.

Trixie was certain that the perfume she found was different from what Erin gave her since she threw that bottle away. Daryl doesn't have the habit of purchasing these things, and he always doesn't care about perfume, let alone buy another bottle. Looking at how things were, Trixie realized that the bottle of perfume must belong to Erin.

Her mood, which had just improved, suddenly fell in an instant.

I thought that I was really wrong about Daryl. But it seems that my intuition was correct. What does Daryl really have to do with Erin? The matter regarding Smith had not been even clarified yet, and now there is another Erin.

At this moment, Trixie's anger surged in her heart.

Daryl, already in his pajamas, opened the door and looked at Trixie's eyes, staring at the corner in a daze. Daryl couldn't help laughing: "Are you tired already?"

Trixie came to her senses, looked at him, and then raised her head in the direction of the bottle of perfume. "Who put that bottle of perfume over there?"

looked at what Trixie was looking at and saw the bottle of perfume. He picked it

have felled it here in the afternoon. Just now, she sent me a message saying that I should explain it

"This afternoon?"

came back in the afternoon to clean up the house. After that, she said that she had used her makeup inside the bathroom. It may have fallen at that time." Daryl said it casually as if he didn't care about it

bathroom. However, it was still Daryl's side of the story, so Trixie was still dubious about it. Although there were still traces of doubt in her heart, Trixie doesn't want

so that you can

"Okay."

it instead. Having thought that she might misunderstand things again, she didn't want to pursue much about it.

her over time. For her to know whether Daryl had ever been married before, the only breakthrough

their chat in KFC that day.

Pearl, who's next to her, pounded her and asked, "Sister,

It's just that I woke up

already lunch break. Do you want to go to sleep for

off work when as soon as I finish things in here. You go

face, Pearl eventually nodded with a bit of hesitation. "Sister, if you can't keep up, sleep

the elevator and

busy with her work. She finished sorting everything out until 2: 30. She then picked up her mobile phone and looked for Eloise's WeChat. She made a message saying that she wanted to make friends with her and asked

long for

word,

looked back at her message and then sent her the restaurant's address as she went downstairs in the

was nothing more than praising her beauty and kindness and then thanking her for inviting her to dinner, to which