Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 33

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Her hand was shaking so much as she was picking up the mobile phone. When she finally grabbed it, she put it in her bag and pretended to be calm before she opened the compartment door.

The anger in her heart was completely unbearable, and she kicked in the door of the next compartment furiously.

"Daryl!"

"Ah!"

The man and woman in the compartment were startled. The woman quickly put on her clothes and ran out in a panic.

Looking at the man sitting on the toilet, Trixie froze.

Why does it have to be Rick?!

The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing. She looked down at the shoes on Rick's feet, which were indeed the ones she bought for Daryl.

However, how did Daryl's leather shoes were being used by Rick?

"Tri... Trixie, why... why are you here?"

Rick thought it was Jessa who came to catch him cheating. He was too scared to speak quickly.

Trixie turned her back and breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad to see that the person in the compartment was not Daryl.

Fortunately, it was not Daryl. If it was really him, I'm afraid she has no reason now.

"Why are you wearing Daryl’s leather shoes? Is he here with you?" She asked.

There was a rustle behind him, and Rick answered while putting in his clothes.

"I just met him by chance here. He seems to have a cooperation project with Nick Hudson. Listening to him, it was the customer who specially chose to do their business here. I'm not here to play. I don't know what happened to my shoes. Suddenly they were ruined. I happened to meet him and he brought me a pair from the car."

Rick's words made Trixie's big stone suddenly fall to the ground. Although Rick was unreliable in the past days, he doesn't seem to be lying now.

However, if Daryl was only here to talk about the project, why didn’t he return to the company for one day and turn off his mobile phone?

While thinking of this, Trixie wanted to hurry up and find Daryl to ask clearly in person.

She asked Daryl's private room number from Rick's mouth and couldn't wait to find him.

Perhaps he was worried that Jessa knew it would cause trouble again. When Trixie left, Rick kept begging her not to tell Jessa, fearing that she would bring Little John here to find trouble, which was not good for Little John.

When she heard this, Trixie secretly sneered in her heart.

If you were really worried that seeing these things was not good for your son, then he, as a father, shouldn't come here to do these dirty things.

Of course, Trixie did not say these words on the bright side.

Rick is in a circle with Daryl no matter how. He bowed his head but did not look up. Although he looked down on Rick's manner, there is no need to say it openly.

Out of the bathroom, Ahri was still waiting for her.

She searched for them again, but still couldn't find either Mr. Hudson or Daryl’s shadows.

According to Rick they were in the second floor, Trixie took Ahri to the second floor and stopped in front of one of the boxes.

The seductive voice of women and the laughter of several men were vaguely heard inside, which made Trixie's heart lift again.

Ahri couldn't bear her temper, opened the door directly and rushed in, and the voice inside stopped abruptly.

Trixie saw Daryl sitting on the sofa with a client through Ahri's shoulder. She glanced at him and found that there was no woman around him. She was a little relieved.

Daryl saw Trixie obviously paused, then lost a few words, he stood up and crossed Ahri to pull Trixie outside.

"Wife, what are you doing here?" He said in dismay.

"You were not answering my calls, so I came to you." She said angrily.

Recognizing that Trixie was angry, Daryl hurriedly apologized to her.

"I'm sorry, wife, this boss is really difficult to pursue. I've been talking to him here for a day and didn't pay attention to my cell phone. I really didn't mean not to answer the phone." His eyes were full of sincerity, but Trixie's heart wavered and hesitated.

You wouldn’t know which one is true or not when he was explaining himself. No matter what he said, Trixie remained silent.

Daryl explained for half a day, and she was impatient.

"You didn’t answer my phone calls for a day, I called Erin and found out that you didn't go to the company at all. Daryl, you obviously didn’t have time to answer my calls or even send me a decent text message." Trixie sneered, cast off Daryl's hand and walked out.

Despite Daryl's pulling and apology, she got inside the taxi and sat directly on it to, leaving Daryl behind.

Trixie couldn't help crying as soon as she got on the car.

At the thought of the high-definition moving picture she saw in the hidden web page, her grievances were even more uncontrollably vented, and finally she cried directly burying her face in her face.

"Girl, was that your boyfriend? Did you quarrel?"

The driver suddenly spoke and reached out and handed Trixie a pack of paper towels.

She said thank you, stretched out her hand to take it, and her heart eased a lot.

"That's my husband."

"Oh, you were married, I really didn't see it coming. Oh, young man, it's inevitable to be noisy, fighting at the head of the bed and fighting at the end of the bed. All right, don't cry or else people will think I did that to you when they see it." The man said.

Trixie hung her eyes and shook her head.

Daryl hid too many secrets. Except for his handsome face, everything else made Trixie feel strange.

Red skirt, lipstick marks, hair, women's underwear, the sexy underwear worn by other woman... one by one, all like a huge fog wrapping Trixie in it.

She is like a doll labeled "wife" and is being played by Daryl.

She called Jessa and wanted to go to her place.

Jessa told her before that she spent Rick's money to buy a house in her own name, saying it was to leave a way out for herself.

Only Trixie knew that she bought this house for fear that Rick would find out about her cheating.

A couple who have been married for decades, each playing their own way, thus, has become the most familiar stranger.

Jessa uttered, listening to her faint sound of water and the voice of men, Trixie quickly hung up the phone.

After telling the driver the address, Trixie sighed.

She looked at her phone ringing and when she saw it, it was Daryl who was calling, she hung up directly.

He was just telling her that his cell phone was dead. Will there be no electricity again?

He lied to her again.

Trixie ignored it and turned off her cell phone afterwards.

When she got to the place, she paid, took the change from the driver and said thank you. Trixie knocked on the door of Jessa's house.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

When the door opened, Jessa only wore a black suspenders and barefoot.

As soon as she entered, Trixie smelled a man, glanced at the messy sofa and the tea table without anything, and Trixie sipped her lips.

Looks like the man just left.

Trixie sat down on the small sofa nearby, while Jessa began to clean up the mess in the living room.

"Just when you came, I told the old immortal that I was with you. Now I don't worry about him calling." She said.

Jessa seemed to be in a good mood, even talking with a smile.

"Rick saw me at the banquet club." Trixie said, giving her a reason to worry now.

After listening to Trixie's words, Jessa paused, but she seemed to get used to it, shook her head and said nothing, obviously not caring.

"What were you doing there? Looking for Daryl?"

In a joking mood, Jessa casually said that, but Trixie really nodded her head.