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.
Looking at the men and women coming out from inside, she suddenly became afraid that she would
really see Daryl holding another woman from inside.
Although she was psychologically prepared, at this moment, she wanted to back down.
Suddenly, a familiar figure entered her peripheral view.
Familiar back, familiar clothes, and familiar face-
It's Daryl.
Trixie immediately raised her spirits while her eyes remained on Daryl.
He 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 him.
A beautiful young woman came out of the car, dressed in a red skirt and long black hair. The whole
personality looked very elegant.
Trixie wanted to see the woman's face clearly, but was blocked by Daryl and could not see anything.
The two behaved intimately, talking and laughing as if they had known each other for a long time.
Looking at the woman's intimate help to fix his collar, Trixie clenched her hand and nearly cut her palm.
It's too late to think so she opened the door and ran out.
When she was running downstairs, she saw Daryl sitting on a BMW with a woman.
Trixie tried to catch up, but the car had already left.
Standing in the same place, she suddenly felt like a fool, a fool played by Daryl in his palm.
After nine years of marriage, she has 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 now.
A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, and the woman's voice followed.
"That's your husband? He's very handsome."
Trixie didn't respond. She stared straight at the direction of the BMW leaving, with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, sister, don't be too brain-dead, it is normal for 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 it home after two days, forcing the
original one to hang herself..."
The woman's words silenced Trixie.
Jessa also said the same things, all of which were to persuade Trixie to open up, instead of letting
Trixie confront Daryl directly.
Trixie didn't understand why a third person should be added when it is clearly shared only by the life of
two people when it comes to marriage.
She could see that Daryl still loved her, and she also loved Daryl.
They could obviously live a happy life with Kinsley, but why should this "third person" appear to break
their peace?
"Can you help me find the room number?"
"Five hundred dollars is definitely not enough, you should know, our business needs to take care of
contacts..."
"A thousand."
Trixie looked at the woman, obviously with tears.
The woman opened her mouth, perhaps trying to refute something, but seeing Trixie's mess, she
swallowed the words into her stomach.
She nodded. "Deal."
Back in her room, Trixie readily gave one thousand dollars to the woman, and then quietly sat on the
bed in a daze.
When the owner left, she told her not to follow them, and then closed the door downstairs.
After a long stay, Trixie looked up at some gloomy night sky, and her heart seemed to be blocked and
dull.
When Daryl got in the car with the woman, to tell the truth, her mind was completely blank.
Suddenly, her mobile phone shook. It was a message from Frank.
"Are you sure your husband is on a business trip?"
Trixie looked at the content of the news and was extremely confused. He did not quite understand what
Frank meant.
The next second, a photo was sent with a bar in the background.
The angle of the photo was obviously candid, because the brightness was not enough, there was a lot
of noise, and it looked blurry.
But Trixie still saw at a glance the man in the photo who looked like Daryl.
The man was in the shadow, showing only half of his face, so she couldn't see clearly.
Trixie was a little confused, but soon she calmed down.
She looked down at the time, nearly three hours have passed since Daryl left.
The travel distance between this city and the states was about three hours, so Daryl had time to take
the woman back to this city.
However, if he wanted to cheat, wasn't it more convenient in this city? Why bother to go to the states to
meet that woman?
To avoid her? Or did he want to seek excitement?
Trixie didn't quite understand.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and the owner's voice could be heard outside the door.
Trixie stood up and opened the door. The woman leaned against the wall slightly panting, then handed
her a note.
"It's really tiring to get you something. Take it and don't lose it."
Trixie opened the note, which said "5701".
It seemed that this should be Daryl's room number.
"I asked for you, he will stay for three days, you don't have to worry. It's too late tonight, I'll take you
there tomorrow."
Trixie said her thanks and nodded her head.
After that, her eyes stayed on the piece of paper for a while.
Since Daryl has opened a room for three days, it proves that he will take the woman back to the City.
She will stay here, and when she sees them come back tomorrow, she will follow the hotel proprietress
in.
She's ready to catch the real evidence of Daryl's infidelity this time.. Let's see what else he has to say!
She thought.
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