Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 80

Ms. Smith also saw her with a pair of amorous feelings of eyes. Trixie had a faint smile on the corners of her lips.

They seemed to have finished eating. Ms. Smith came up with Aiden's hand and greeted Trixie cordially.

"Mrs. Blayden, I didn't expect to meet you here."

She spoke politely. Although Trixie didn’t want to have too much interaction with her, she can only pull out a smile to respond if she stretched out her hand and didn't smile.

"Yes, what a coincidence. Did you take Aiden out to play?"

"In the afternoon, I went to New York City to handle the handover. I was not at ease at home, so I took him with me."

Speaking of handling the handover, Ms. Smith bit heavily, as if deliberately speaking to Trixie.

Trixie smiled and avoided her, and didn't want to conflict with her on such a matter.

"Is that so? You might be delayed if that is the case. We have something to do as well, so we will go first."

Trixie smiled politely at her and got up to leave. Just as the waiter packed the food and took it away, she was given a serious reason to leave.

Just as Trixie and Jessa were leaving, Ms. Smith suddenly spoke behind them.

"Mrs. Blayden, does that watch look good?"

Trixie stopped, looked back at her, and did not speak.

Ms. Smith raised her hand and turned her wrist intentionally or unintentionally, as if to show off the watch on her wrist.

Looking at Trixie's unhappy face, her lips smiled even more. "Mr. Blayden, too, this watch is unique and meaningful. I bought two pieces of them. I really don't understand the emotional appeal."

The unhurried voice made Trixie angry and clenched her fists.

She thought that this woman would know what contentment was, but it turned out that she was wrong. What she regrets most now. That must be helping Nathalie solve the problem.

Now this woman is like a dog skin plaster, glued to Daryl and her. What I thought could be solved with money was like a snowball, which became more and more troublesome.

"Ms. Smith, I account for 60% of the company's shares. I have the right to expel you directly. I hope you can take care of yourself."

Trixie really didn't want to have too much involvement with such people. In any case, she must clean up these broken things, even if it is not for other reasons, but also for her quiet life. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that what Jessa said was right. It was not necessary to consider various factors to solve the problem. Wasn't there a better way to be rude?

"Sister, that one just now is..."

"It's a long story."

Then, Trixie told Jessa what happened.

Ms. Smith's provocation further deepened Trixie's aversion to her and she didn't want to mention her again. To put it bluntly, the condition promised to her at the beginning was just to let her stop, but she

didn't know she was getting worse.

In this case, it was better to find an excuse to drive her away. Anyway, Nathalie didn't have much interaction with them now.

The two ladies stood at the door and watched Ms. Smith drives away with Aiden.

Jessa spat, "Bah! What a shameless thing! I told you, sister, that you are too kind for your own good. . Let me take care of her. I will put her in her right place!"

Trixie smiled. "Don't worry about her, let’s just focus on ours.'

She arrived home at night. After opening the door, there was no one in the room. It's eight o'clock now, and Daryl hasn't come back yet.

Although Trixie was not worried about Daryl, Kinsley would have classes tomorrow and would not be able to get up the next day after sleeping late. So, she called Daryl.

"What's the matter, wife?"

When the phone was connected, Trixie vaguely heard Kinsley's voice from the phone.

"Haven't you arrived home yet?"

"On the high speed, we’ll get back home in 20 minutes."

Kinsley heard Trixie's voice and kept calling "Mom" on the phone.

Trixie answered with a smile and told Daryl, "Slow down on the road, I will wait for you to come back home."

"I know, my wife."

She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. She sat quietly on the sofa alone, looking at the clocks in the living room in a daze.

As time passed by, the hour hand of the clock pointed to the position of "12". Unconsciously, she had been staying for several hours.

At 12 o'clock, Daryl still did not come back with Kinsley.

It would only take three hours at most to come back from New York City. Besides, Daryl just called and said that he was already on the expressway and should have arrived home long ago.

Trixie tried to call him again, but no one answered.

She simply got up and went out with her coat and key, intending to pick them up below.

Looking downstairs at the gate of the community for about ten minutes, a car drove into Trixie's sight. Then in the faint light, she saw the license plate of the car clearly.

It was Daryl's car.

Looking at the car parked in a nearby parking space, Trixie was about to walk past, but suddenly found a woman in the back of the car.

This scene seemed to give Trixie a head-on blow. The woman walked calmly and didn't seem to worry about being discovered.

Was it an acquaintance who rubbed the car?

But it shouldn't be. She basically knew Daryl's circle, and she knew several bosses' wives. As far as Trixie knows, no boss's wife has been to New York recently. When this possibility was ruled out, Trixie became more and more annoyed.

No wonder they came back so late. It turned out to be for the night party. While thinking of this, Trixie secretly sneered at her heart.

The woman was by the window and seemed to say goodbye to Daryl. The night was strong. Trixie could not see her clearly, only she was wearing a red skirt.

Trixie stood in the dark and watched quietly. He thought Daryl would get off the car to see the woman off, but he didn't mean to get off the car from beginning to end.

The two talked for about two minutes. The woman took her bag and turned and left in the direction of the gate of the community.

At this time, Daryl also got out of the car, opened the back door, and carried Kinsley out who was already asleep.

Trixie walked over with a cold face. When Daryl saw her, he was obviously startled.

"Wife? Why are you here?"

Trixie skipped Daryl's shoulder and looked at the back row. It was clean and there was no one else.

Looking at Trixie staring at the back row, Daryl seemed to be guilty.

"It's cold at night, why don't we go inside quickly?"

"Who was that just now?"

Trixie asked casually, staring straight at Daryl.

Daryl smiled, but did not dare to look into Trixie's eyes. "It is a female employee of the branch. The work handover was too late. She didn't have her car, so I took her back on the way."

"Go inside, Kinsley will get cold."

Trixie's attitude was cold and he didn't pick up Daryl's words. Although Daryl's explanation sounded reasonable, Trixie still felt that things were not that simple. And the figure of the woman just now was eight points similar to Ms.. Smith, who I just saw this morning.