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Nathalie skillfully opened the rear door of the BMW, then sat in and closed the door.
Trixie's eyes stayed on license plate, which she was familiar with.
That's the number she chose with Daryl.
Daryl just called and told her the he would work overtime in the company. How long did it take to show
up here?
It takes more than ten minutes from the company to get here, while Trixie sits here for only five
minutes.
Obviously, Daryl was lying to her when she just called.
In an instant, the anger in her heart ignited.
Despite Jessa’s obstruction, she called Daryl directly.
When the phone was connected, Trixie turned on hands-free, and there was a clear and audible car
whistle. "What's the matter, wife? Did you take Kinsley back?"
"Where are you?"
"I just got off work and left the company."
Daryl's tone is very calm, but it undoubtedly makes Trixie's anger more intense.
"Really? I just finished showing Kinsley around the street. Why don't we go find you?"
"No, I will go home soon. Please wait for me at home. I bought your favorite roast duck." Said Daryl
"Well, well."
Looking at the BMW sped away, Trixie hung up the phone with a frightening cold face.
"Don't be too angry, maybe he just dropped by to see the girl off, maybe."
Jessa spoke to console her, but she didn't believe it when she said it.
"Jessa, I'll go back first and let’s talk another day."
Trixie stood up directly to pack her bags and then left with Kinsley.
She took a car home and sat in the car. She couldn't help entertaining foolish ideas in her mind.
Constantly guessing what Daryl will do with Nathalie out?
Get a room? Or go to that house? The thought of that makes her sick.
She thought that the things were over, but Daryl was at it again.
Trixie really couldn't understand why he needs to repeat what he had done.
If he really wants to cheat, they can divorce directly. Why sneak around every day?
However, Daryl's love for her cannot be denied.
While loving her, she was ambiguous with other women. Trixie really didn't understand what Daryl was
thinking.
When they arrived home, Trixie looked at the door but had no desire to go in.
For the first time, she felt that it was much better to be outside than at their home, at least she didn't
have to face Daryl.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door with the key.
The room was empty and Daryl was not back yet.
Kinsley was noisy and hungry. Trixie put down her bag and went to the kitchen to cook food for her.
After a while, a bowl of steaming egg noodles was brought out and placed in front of Kinsley.
Kinsley pursed her mouth, looked like she didn't like it, and shouted at Trixie loudly, "I don't want to eat
this! I want to eat sun eggs and steak!"
In an instant, all Trixie's emotions poured out, and she directly waved all the chopsticks on the table to
the ground.
Kinsley was frightened and sat in a chair crying with a "wow".
Trixie looked at her, and her emotions were completely released. At that time, she felt distressed.
"I'm sorry Kinsley, Mom shouldn't have lost her temper with you. Can mom fry you sun eggs and
steak?"
She held her daughter's face, kept wiping her tears, and then hugged her heartily in her arms.
Kinsley cried for a while. It seems that she was tired of crying because her voice gradually decreased.
Kinsley told her that she was still hungry so, Trixie hurriedly held her to the kitchen.
Kinsley was fed with fried sun eggs and steak. She also gave herself a bowl of noodles. After eating,
she cleaned up the mess on the ground and sat on the sofa watching TV with Kinsley.
Looking at her, she saw that it was already eight o'clock.
Suddenly, the sound of keys rang outside the door, and Daryl came in.
He opened the door, scanned the dark room, and then stared at the both of them on the sofa.
Reach out and turn on the light, and casually say, "Why don't you turn on the light?"
No one answered him.
Kinsley had already fallen asleep on the sofa, while Trixie had been watching cartoons on the TV
screen and turned a deaf ear to his words.
"Wife?"
Daryl realized that the atmosphere was wrong, he changed his shoes, weighed the roast duck in his
hand and walked to Trixie's side, patting her on the shoulder.
Trixie looked back at him and turned her head back. "Keep it down, Kinsley is asleep."
Recognizing that there was something wrong with her tone, Daryl quickly closed his mouth, silently put
the roast duck into the refrigerator, and then packed up the house.
Trixie looked at him, then got up and turned off the TV, and carried Kinsley to her room.
Before Trixie could close the door of Kinsley, Daryl violently pulled her into her arms and kissed her
forehead.
"Did you see anything today?"
It seems that she didn't expect him to say it so directly. Trixie paused for a moment, then angrily
dumped his hand, but she couldn't leave it.
"I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but I just wanted to surprise you."
At this point, he took out a delicate small box from his pocket and opened it to put it in front of Trixie's
eyes.
Inside is a beautiful necklace.
"I sent you too many things, I really can't think of what to send. Today, Erin took time off to go home. I
couldn't help but find Nathalie."
"Then how do you know I saw you?"
Trixie stared straight into his eyes, and her tone was very cold. "Don't tell me Nathalie saw me again."
Daryl was amused by her and couldn't help laughing out loud. His tone was still full of tenderness.
"How is that possible? When she got on, I saw you from the left mirror. You were with Jessa. When I
saw you, you just looked at us. At that time, I guessed that you saw us, so I was worried about your
anger on the way back."
His explanation really let Trixie's anger drop a lot.
"I don't want any surprises or gifts. I just want to live well with you, live well together, and then grow up
with Kinsley. That's all I want."
Trixie said, with a long sigh, "Do you know? Before, I always suspected that you were cheating, and I
was always anxious. Recently, I finally stabilized my mood after the DNA incident. To be honest, I have
wanted to tell you about divorce more than once, but I am reluctant to give up."
At some point, Trixie couldn't help crying again.
Daryl held her tighter, resting his chin on her head and gently coaxed her.
"I'm sorry, wife, it's all my fault."
Daryl kept apologizing. Trixie didn't know what to say, so she cried for a long time before stopping.
Just then, Daryl's phone rang. He glanced at the cell phone screen, and said to Trixie that he would just
answer the phone in the balcony.
Looking at his back, Trixie decided to walk over carefully, sticking into the crack of the sliding door on
the balcony to listen to the conversation.
She thought there was something wrong with the company, but when she heard what Daryl said
clearly, it seemed that she was poured a pot of cold water head-on.
"I said she would find out if you keep on calling!"
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