Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Trixie was startled and hurriedly retracted her hand. She stiffly turned her head and looked at Daryl with a far-fetched smile,
pretending to be calm.
"When did you put a small safe here?" Trixie said as he stood up and tried to look natural.
"It's for putting documents," Daryl answered casually as if he didn't take it to heart.
But his words made Trixie think more and asked, "Aren't your documents always in the safe at home?"
"It's too much trouble to get the documents back and forth, so I bought a small one and put it here, which is convenient."
Daryl said, handing her a cup of steaming milk tea, which is the original taste she likes to drink. Trixie took the milk tea and held
it in her hand, but her eyes stayed on the safe. She always felt that there were some shady secrets in the safe. Otherwise, how
could he change his nine-year habit and buy a safe in the company? That is not in line with his character. Rigorous people never
covet convenience, not to mention these documents are important documents of the company.
Daryl has always attached great importance to privacy in this area. He has not told anyone about these documents except Trixie,
which is enough to see the importance of these documents. But now, he has put them here and bought another safe for this
purpose.
"How do you get off work so early today? You won't be lazy again, will you?" Daryl didn't seem to notice Trixie's abnormality and
talked to her while tidying up the documents on his desk.
"It seems that I have eaten bad things and my stomach is not very comfortable, so I asked our director for leave and left work
early." With that, Trixie noticed that when she talked about Frank, Daryl's hand paused.
It's a pity that Daryl turned his back to her, and she couldn't see the expression on his face. After a moment of silence, Daryl
suddenly said, "Is your Director Jacob interested in you?"
He suddenly talked about this. Trixie didn't react for a long time to return to an absolute being.
"That's all colleagues joking. Our director is still young. What type of girl can't he find? I am already married with a child. Where
does he value me?" In order not to let Daryl think much, Trixie can only tell him this.
Although Frank did have ideas for her, she could not admit it.
"You will stay away from him in the future, and you are my wife, he needs to remember it."

Daryl suddenly held Trixie, with apparent grievances in his tone. For those beautiful eyes, Trixie's heart softened again.
Suddenly, Daryl turned and walked to the door to lock the door, then walked back to Trixie to pick her up and walked towards the
sofa. Trixie realized what he wanted to do and just wanted to refuse. He was provoked by Daryl and lost her mind. If in case
people in the company will see them it is really embarrassing.
However, Trixie has neglected so much. Daryl knows her body too well, which makes her unable to stop, and the last trace of the
reason is buried. Just when the two people were deeply attached to each other, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside
the door. Trixie played a tingle, instantly lost interest to continue. Pushing Daryl away, she tidied up her clothes and sat on the
sofa as if nothing had happened.
The knocks on the door outside came one after another. Daryl sighed and opened the door helplessly. Erin stood outside the
door with an unopened perfume in her hand. Seeing the door opened, she greeted Daryl with a smile and walked directly inside.
When she saw Trixie, her face smiled even more. She politely greeted her and stuffed the perfume into Trixie's hand. Trixie
wanted to give her money, but she didn't take it.
So Trixie put the perfume into her hand again. "If you don't take this money, I can't take this perfume. I haven't been paid yet.
Don't you want money? What is it that you want your things for?"
"This is nothing of value." Erin replied.
Trixie glanced at the brand of perfume. This brand is not cheap. A small bottle of perfume costs at least thousands. With such a
thought, Trixie had to guess whether Erin deliberately took advantage of Daryl's presence to deliver perfume. Daryl had a long
meeting. She went to deliver the documents and had no time to come back before Daryl finished the meeting.
But she didn't come to send perfume to Trixie during that time. Thought of these, Trixie frowned and looked at the perfume in her
hand. It seems that this girl, like Nathalie Thompson, is not as simple as she thought.
Trixie added Erin's WeChat friend and directly transferred 10,000 Yuan to her. When she saw Erin's puzzled eyes, she just
smiled and said, "The extra money will be your bonus for hard work."
"Then thank you, Mrs. Blayden." Erin can't push off again, she can only accept the money. Just as Erin left, Trixie saw a touch of
disdain on her face. Trixie thought she had lost her eyes and blinked. When she went to see it again, Erin had already left the
office door. Trixie doesn't know why. She always felt that since Erin returned to the company, it was different.

In the evening, Trixie went to pick up Kinsley with Daryl and sat in the car. Trixie has been watching Erin's posts. She blocked all
the previous trends in her posts. Only one posted last week could be seen.
"It's bad luck, and I didn't pass the application! I don't know which little brother wants to join the club with me. Wait online!"
Club?
Trixie's eyes instantly grasped the key point. Is Erin applying for a club? What club? More and more questions occupied Trixie's
brain. At that time, her brain was in a mess. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, she quit WeChat, opened Weibo, and
found Erin's Weibo homepage. The latest development is to go on a business trip with Daryl before, but there has been no
development since then. Trixie continued to brush until Erin's earliest microblog but did not see any information about the club.
Because she was worried about what happened between Daryl and Erin, she quietly paid attention to Erin's microblog.
Therefore, she is very familiar with the time when Erin publishes microblogs, basically at least two times a day.
However, after sending the news about the hotel, it has never been sent again. Trixie couldn't help wondering, did she find
herself watching her silently? At that time, Trixie felt a little confused. She felt like she was trapped in a maze of mirrors, walking
around, and clearly found many clues, but each one seemed to be useless. Somehow, it seems that there is a hand that controls
all this. Now it seems that she is a player, influenced by that hand, and then follows the wishes of that hand to find the so-called
answer.
So, where's Daryl? Is he that hand, or is he a player like her?
Trixie did not dare to think deeply.