Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 12 - 12: Lipstick Beauty

Trixie stayed in the bathroom for a long time. Daryl knocked at the door before she recovered and opened it.

"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? The teacher had already left." He said.

Looking at her absent-minded appearance, he frowned. "Are you uncomfortable?"

She found an excuse to perfunctory past, she did not look him in the eye, she hurriedly went to the living room.

"I have a headache. I want to be alone." Said Trixie. Without waiting for him to respond, she went directly into the bedroom. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Daryl stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at the direction of the bedroom. His eyes were meaningful. Then he picked up his coat and car keys then left.

Listening to the dull sound of the closing door outside, her heart also sank. Is he angry? But it was clearly him who cheated. Why should he be angry?!

After recovering, she picked up her mobile phone and sent Frank a message on WeChat. "Where did you take that photo?' Then she threw her cell phone aside, closed her eyes and pinched her eyebrows.

Ding Dong. Frank replied. "I saw him downstairs a month ago. Then I took their photo"

She didn't ask any more questions. After all, it's their own private affairs. It's no good to talk too much. Besides, Frank was just an outsider.

After a while, Daryl took Kinsley back and brought back her favorite roast duck.

Sitting on the dining table, she was looking at the back of Daryl who looks 90% similar to the guy in the picture.

After nine years of marriage with Daryl, she never knew what bothers him, even his mother did not mention something about him. If it is not a brother, it is even more impossible to be a stranger with similar faces. Trixie did not believe such speculation.

"Trixie?" Daryl suddenly stretched out his hand and waved in front of her, startling her.

Returning to absolute being, she saw him looking straight into her eyes. She immediately picked up her chopsticks to pick up vegetables for her daughter, trying to avoid his eyes.

Daryl did not puncture her with such deliberate measures.

"Are you still upset about what happened today?" He asked.

"No." She denied, "It's just that there is something wrong with the follow-up project, and I've been in a bad mood recently."

She made an extremely poor excuse to cover up the past.

Although she does care a little in her heart, he has already explained to her that she is holding on to it, but it seems that she is small-minded.

"I'll take you out for fun in a few days. Just try your best at work and don't tire yourself." Daryl said, then he gave her a duck leg and put it in a bowl.

Clearly it is her favorite roast duck, but she can't eat a bite now. Looking back on the recent piles, looking at the duck legs in the bowl, she suddenly felt queasy.

She put down the chopsticks, she said she’s "full" already, and went into the bedroom.

After a while, Daryl opened the door and came in, hugging her in bed.

"Kinsley is asleep, we..." While speaking, Daryl’s hand has unbuttoned her shirt.

"I'm a little tired, go to bed." She pushed his hand away, pulled the quilt and slept on the other side of the bed with her back on him.

Daryl didn't say anything either. He took off his coat and headed to the bathroom with his pajamas.

Listening to the bathroom door closing, she immediately got up. When she picked up his coat, she suddenly hesitated. When did she even start to check the clues of her husband's infidelity? But she only hesitated for a moment, and her hand reached into his coat’s pocket.

When her hand touched something with a metallic texture, she immediately pulled it out.

It's lipstick.