Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 81

After returning home, Daryl put Kinsley into her room and went to take a bath.

Trixie sat on the bed, absent-mindedly watching the TV play, her mind full of the figure of the woman just now.

If it was really Ms. Smith, why didn't she see Aiden? But if not, how could she explain the 80% similarity?

Trixie couldn't help feeling upset and couldn't watch the boring TV series at all. Just as she was looking for the remote control to turn off the TV, she suddenly saw Daryl's cell phone. He didn't bring it into the bathroom.

Before, he always took a bath and did not forget to bring his phone with him. Trixie asked and he explained that it was listening to songs for recreational purposes. But she didn't hear him play a song several times, so she went to the toilet one time and saw him chatting with others.

He was found and said it was a work thing.

In the past, Trixie did see his mobile phone multiple times, but she didn't find any useful information, so she let it be.

Right now, the desire to see Daryl's phone was expanding infinitely in Trixie's heart.

Her hand involuntarily moved and took the mobile phone in her hand. She checked the phone several times before, but Trixie couldn't open it since there's a fingerprint and password on it.

Finally, she checked the method online before opening it. This time, Trixie did not give up and tried again.

It's now open.

Trixie felt a little disappointed, but she didn't want to ask Daryl why he changed his password fingerprint, because she was afraid to see his guilty and dodging eyes again.

Turning on the phone, Trixie searched WeChat for information first. There was nothing but work, and it was clean and abnormal. Then Trixie searched the call records and found that Daryl had called a man named Mike Andrews at 9 o'clock.

With the name Mike Andrews, Trixie had a little impression that it's Daryl's high school classmate. Their relationship is quite good, and they have been in contact until university. She met him once at his birthday party.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, so Trixie hurriedly returned the mobile phone to the desktop and put it back to its original position.

Daryl came out while wiping his hair, looking at Trixie who didn't sleep yet.

"Wife, why haven't you slept yet?"

Trixie made an excuse to perfunctory, "I'm not very sleepy."

Daryl smiled, threw the bath towel aside, pressed Trixie under him, held her, and his hands began to be naughty.

Trixie was not in the mood to do things now. He pushed Daryl away without a trace and pretended to casually ask, "Why did Mike Andrews call you?"

Daryl paused, then sighed, "Do you still don't believe me?"

"It's not that."

"But just now you looked at my mobile phone."

Daryl's words made Trixie speechless because he was telling the truth.

"I know what happened before made you think too much and feel insecure. But wife, I will definitely prove my innocence to you. I love you the most."

Trixie had been indifferent to Daryl's words. Because now, she could only believe half of everything he says to her, and some, she couldn't even believe at all. So Trixie just gently responded, then turned to close her eyes, no longer interested in talking about anything with Daryl anymore.

Just when she was groggy and about to sleep, she seemed to hear Daryl vaguely say "I'm sorry" in her ear.

Until she went to work the next day, Trixie was still wondering if she had misheard him.

"Trixie."

A low man's voice came from behind. Trixie looked back and saw Frank. His aura was energetic. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"The planning of the new project needs your department to rush it out today. This is the information and will be used for tomorrow. Work hard."

"Okay... OKay."

After saying that, Frank went directly to his office without looking back. Looking at his back, Trixie always felt strange. But she couldn't figure out what's strange about him.

The requirements for the new project were not too high, but the efficiency of the department was high. It was not until afternoon that it was almost the same.

After working hours, her colleagues had gone home one after another, leaving only Trixie to finish it. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Frank came out of the office to answer a phone call, then hung up the

phone and went to Trixie's station.

"I will pick up my nephew now, should I also bring Kinsley with me?"

Trixie wanted to decline, but she took a glance at the plan on the computer. It would take some time for the work to be completely finished, so she nodded and agreed.

After Frank left, Trixie continued to revise the plan, trying to finish things before six o'clock and then take Kinsley home. Because when she sent Kinsley to school this morning, she promised her that she would take her out to play tonight.

Suddenly, Trixie's cell phone vibrated. A strange micro signal sent a message, which was a picture.

Trixie clicked on it, and the content of the picture made her open her eyes instantly, then suddenly stood up and avoided the content of the photo. In the picture, a pair of women's underwear was placed on a man's shirt.

Trixie was familiar with that men's shirt. She bought it for Daryl! She was angry and annoyed. She picked her mobile phone up and typed quickly, asking who the other party was, but the other party did not respond.

Just as Trixie was preparing to call the other party, there's suddenly a message that popped out.

"Divorce him."

This sentence was undoubtedly embellishing, Trixie's heart was burning more brightly.

"In your dreams!"

She typed back, but it showed that they can no longer converse with each other.

It seemed that the other party had already deleted her.

Trixie forced herself to calm down, looked at the other party's WeChat nickname with only one smiling face, and racked her brains to think about who it could be.

However, she couldn't think of anyone who would use this nickname. Trixie suddenly thought of Ms. Smith. The way she provoked her with her watch that day was still vivid in her mind.

Could it be her?

Trixie could see that the woman obviously didn't mean to drink. She didn't want to trouble Nathalie at all, but wanted to hook up with Daryl through Nathalie. Thinking about that, Trixie hurriedly searched for chat records with Nathalie.

She found out that the name on the business card she selected was not the name. Was it another woman?

Trixie rummaged through the chat record with the smiling face, cut off the picture, and saved the picture by the way.

Since she couldn't find it, she'll let Daryl find it.

"Are you hungry?"

Frank's voice suddenly came from behind, Trixie immediately returned to her senses. Looking at the durian delicacy in his hand, Trixie smiled and replied that she was not hungry.

Just when he was about to leave, her belly unexpectedly growled, which provoked Frank to laugh out loud.

"Eat, your stomach can't stand it anymore."

After Trixie played a joke, Frank conveniently sat next to her and glanced at the plan on the computer.

"Is it difficult?"

"No, I just went to the toilet because of a stomach ache. That's why it was delayed a little."

Frank obviously didn't believe her excuse but kindly helped her open the packaging bag of the durian delicacy.

Trixie smiled embarrassedly, stretched out her hand and took a bite.

Then she heard Frank say slowly, "Are you still looking up for 'forbidden love'?"