Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 61

"Have you asked Daryl about it? What did he say?"

Trixie shook his head. "I didn't ask, and I didn't dare to ask," Trixie's voice choked.

Jessa patted her on the shoulder and comforted her. "Since you don't want to ask, then take some time to check. I have a private detective I know here. Although the price is high, we can definitely find out something..."

"Thank you, Jessa." Trixie smiled with a hint of self-mockery in her eyes. "I don't want two people to make too much trouble. I still want him to take the initiative to explain to me. Suppose it's really not possible. I'll find a private investigator."

Jessa opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but she swallowed it in her stomach after thinking about it and said, "That's okay, this is a matter for you and your husband, and I have nothing to say."

"But thank you still."

Jessa smiled at Trixie's thanks and took her to continue buying from east to west until Trixie was full. It was getting dark, and Trixie found a shop to eat directly with Jessa. Seeing that it was almost time to pick up Kinsley from school, Trixie called Daryl and asked her to pick up Kinsley to go to piano class first.

Halfway through the words, Jessa grabbed the phone directly and said to Daryl half-jokingly, "I haven't seen her for too long. We won't go back and stay at my house tonight. Mr. Blayden, should you mind?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Of course not. Have fun. Just let my wife call me tomorrow," Daryl replied.

They thought Daryl would mind that Trixie will stay at night, but he readily agreed, which made Trixie somewhat difficult to accept at that time. Daryl, who didn't want her to return ten minutes late before,

now simply agreed to Jessa. Trixie's heart seemed to press a big stone, dull. Although she didn't go home once in anger before, it was because she was angry. But this time, it was Daryl who said it himself. It seems that Jessa is right. Men will change after a long time.

Daryl is no exception.

Jessa sneered, and her tone was full of disdain. "Men are all sexual sons, and there is no distinction between good and bad."

Trixie has been silent. She doesn't know what to say. Once upon a time, when she heard this sentence, she would definitely refute it because, at that time, Daryl in her heart was still the one who loved her. But now, she won't.

"Let's go, open a room, and drink well with your sister tonight."

Jessa found a high-end hotel nearby and ordered the general set directly. In other places, she can't retaliate against Rick, so she can only spend wildly without restraint. She ordered all the white and red beers and ordered a bottle of vodka, drinking one cup after another with Trixie without any scruples. Trixie gradually got drunk and vomited in the bathroom many times. In the end, she lost her strength, so she stood motionless on the sofa.

Jessa, on the other hand, continued to chat with Trixie while drinking. "Tell me sister, I had the same issue before, my man... no man can be trusted! Listen to me, sister, find a way to seize the money and get the custody of the child, and the rest is that death or life has nothing to do with you! Man likes to find which woman to find!"

She's thinking of Rick again, Jessa began to curse and scold. At the end of the drink, her consciousness was turbid, and she began to point to the air to scold some hard-to-hear words. Trixie also drifted, getting drunk and waking up. She took out her mobile phone in a daze. In confusion, she

didn't know whose phone number to press and dialed it out. After a while, she was connected over there.

"Hello?" the low voice was obviously Jayden Roberts.

Trixie was drunk and unconscious. He asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

"It's Jayden Roberts," he said. "Mrs. Blayden, have you drink too much?"

"Who said I drank too much? I didn't drink too much!"

After the wine came up, Trixie began to play drunkenness.

"I told you, Mr. Roberts, I just like you... like your behavior! Don't be a doctor, you and me. I'll be with you! But you have to laugh at me every day and don't look ugly with a straight face!"

"Mrs. Blayden, where are you now?" Jayden's tone obviously began to be unhappy, but he still endured his temper and asked Trixie.

"I'm..." Trixie glanced at the room card on the table in a daze, looked at it for a long time before seeing it clearly, and then told him the name of the hotel. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately fell asleep.

Listening to the gentle snoring over there, Jayden frowned. Hung up the phone, he put on his clothes again, took his coat and car keys, and hurried out. Finding the hotel Trixie said, he claimed to be a friend and asked the attendant for Trixie's room number. Although there are some troubles, it is not a star hotel after all, and he eventually arrived.

Waiting for the attendant to open the door, Jayden went in and saw that the two women were so drunk that the room was full of wine bottles and vomiting filth.

Despite his cleanliness, he frowned and walked to Trixie.

"Mrs. Blayden," he patted Trixie, but Trixie didn't respond. The room was shrouded in disgusting smell, and Jayden was nearly smoked and vomited several times, but he fought back.

The attendant opened two clean rooms and carried Trixie and Jessa into the rooms, respectively. He took care of everything. It's already four o'clock in the morning. He put the room card of Trixie's room in her pocket, looked at her, then closed the door and left.

The next Saturday, when Trixie woke up consciously, it was already dawn. She quickly looked at the time, eight o'clock in the morning. Daryl didn't call. He only sent two messages asking if she was awake. Trixie threw her mobile phone aside at will when she went back. At that time, she discovered that something was wrong with her room. Jessa opened a general set, but now it has become an ordinary standard room, and Jessa is not around. Trixie was so scared that he called the front desk to ask. The front desk only told Trixie that a friend of hers had come to help them clean up, and all the expenses had been paid off.

"Is my friend a man or a woman?"

"It's a gentleman."

After listening to the reply from the front desk, Trixie was even more incredible. She doesn't have any male friends. Is it because she called by mistake last night?

Thinking of her, she quickly turned on her mobile phone to find the call record, but at this moment, the door rang. Listening to the sound of the door being brushed open, she got so nervous. She even thought about how to escape for a while.

But when the handsome but straight-faced man came in, she froze.

"Dr. Roberts?"