Chapter 140

After separating from Jessa, Trixie went home directly.

Daryl went to pick up Kinsley today, so she went home early to prepare the ingredients for cooking in
the evening.

After everything was ready, Trixie sat on the sofa, waiting for the father and daughter to come home.

At 7:30 p.m., Daryl came back with Kinsley on time.

Upon entering the door, Kinsley excitedly ran to her mother and told her about what they learned at
school and complained about how annoying Aiden was.

Knowing that her daughter doesn't like Aiden and family matters, Trixie still taught her to talk to Aiden
at ordinary times and not strangely talk to him.

Kinsley felt wronged, pursed her mouth, and nodded her head.

Trixie looked up and wanted to have a word with Daryl but suddenly found that his expression was not
looking very good.

Something seemed to annoy him.

Trixie stretched out her hand and took the briefcase and coat in his hand. As she hung it up, she
asked, "What's wrong, husband? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Daryl glanced at her, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and pointed the screen at her.

"What's going on here?"

Looking at the photo, Trixie paused.



Isn't this the time when Frank confessed to her in the company last week?

When did someone take a photo of them?!

She didn't want Daryl to know. After all, it would be very bad if a married woman was confessed by
another man.

Besides, Daryl had no good impression of Frank. Trixie felt that telling him would only increase his
troubles with him, so she simply thought it had not happened.

However, she did not expect that the scene of that day would be photographed.

"Our director Xia confessed to me, but I didn’t accept, trust me."

Trixie said very calmly, and she didn't care too much about Daryl's reaction.

If he doesn't even believe what she said, there is no need for them to be together.

"Then why did he confess to you? Didn't he just divorce Erin? pursuing you just after divorce?"

Daryl questioned her.

His questioning made Trixie stunned. She didn't expect him to say so.

Looking at his appearance, disappointment suddenly poured out of her heart.

She sneered. "So, what do you think is between him and me?"

Seeing Trixie looking angry, Daryl suddenly realized that his way of speaking was wrong and hurriedly
explained, "I'm sorry, wife, I'm just upset. I was just scared. I found out that the director is interested in
you. He is young and handsome, I am afraid..."



"If you don't believe me, then we will divorce. Daryl, I thought our nine-year relationship was strong
enough for you to trust me. Well, in fact, you proved me wrong. The nine-year relationship is not as
strong as I thought."

Trixie didn't want to tell him much. She took off her apron, lowered her voice, and let Kinsley go to bed.
Then she lifted her daughter and walked towards her bedroom.

Daryl thought she was going to pack up and leave again, so she hurriedly ran forward and hugged her
tightly from behind.

"Wife, I really didn't mean it! I'm just afraid you will leave me. I didn't think about doubting you with him.
I just think I can't compare myself with him anywhere. I'm worried that he will take you away from me..."

His words melted her heart.

Daryl seldom does this and even does not quarrel very often. In the past, he was patient in coaxing
their disputes.

Trixie still remembers that the last time he looked like this was when she suspected him of cheating.

Trixie let go of his hands and turned to look at him. His eyes were full of uneasiness.

In the end, she finally forgave him.

"I didn't expect him to suddenly confess that day, but I refused on the spot, and my colleagues can
testify. Also, you don't have to look like this. We have been married for nine years. Yes, I like him but
not as important as you."

Trixie's words lit Daryl's eyes instantly.

He held Trixie tightly and kissed her lips for fear that she would run away again.



Daryl knew Trixie's body. With one kiss, she was stirred by him.

Remembering that Kinsley had not slept yet, Trixie pushed him away with her remaining strength.

Daryl looked at her, her face full of incomprehension. Trixie hurriedly explained: "Kinsley is still awake,
not now."

"I'll cook first, and then we'll..."

Trixie blushed, and he nodded his head.

Sitting on the sofa, Trixie accompanied Kinsley to watch cartoons.

She caught a glimpse of Daryl. He was busy in the kitchen, she suddenly thought of a problem.

Only Frank and her and their other colleagues were in the company. Who sent the photos to Daryl?

At the thought of that, Trixie picked up his cell phone from the table.

Press the fingerprint lock, and this time the mobile phone was opened directly!

However, Trixie didn't think too much. She looked through his We Chat and through his information
records and found no source of the photos.

So she opened the gallery, found the photo Daryl had just shown her, clicked on the attribute, and
found that the date of taking the photo was actually the day Xia Yu confessed!

If it is the photo of that day, the person who took it must be a company colleague.

Someone must have Daryl's contact information.

Who could it be?



Trixie tried to enter the words "wife", "confession", "rose" and "Frank Jacob" in his WeChat search. But
if the results were either wrong, or only his and her chat would appear.

Trixie was discouraged. At this time, the meal is ready. Trixie sat in her seat with Kinsley in her arms.
She looked at Daryl opposite her and tried to ask.

"By the way, husband, who sent you the photos?"

Daryl stopped what he’s doing for a moment.

It seems that he didn't expect Trixie to ask about the source of the photos. He smiled and didn't dare to
look her in the eye.

"Should it be one of your colleagues who sent it to me? When I picked up Kinsley today, I suddenly had
a strange micro signal added to me. I agreed casually. Before I asked him who he was, he sent the
photo and blocked me."

"Do you still remember that person's WeChat avatar?"

He smiled and said while giving her food: "I was in a hurry to pick up Kinsley. How can I have time to
see its WeChat avatar?"

"What about its nicknames? Surely there is a nickname?"

"There is no nickname." Daryl frowned, then said with certainty: "There is nothing. That person should
have directly set the nickname to blank."

Daryl's words don’t have any flaws. Trixie looked at his cell phone again and was somewhat
discouraged.



She really wants to know this person's intention, and she doesn't understand why that person wants to
send the photo of Frank confessing to her.

Suddenly, she had a very good guess.

Could it be that Frank asked a colleague to take photos of them in advance, but that day she refused
him in public, making him lose face, and then thought of sending the photos to Daryl to make him
misunderstand?

Thinking of this possibility, she suddenly felt a cold back.


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