Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!
Chapter 61

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 timeto check. I have a private detective I know here. Although the price is high, we can definitely replace outsomething..."

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

Jessa opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but she swallowed it in her stomachafter thinking about it and said, "That's okay, this is a matter for you and your husband, and I havenothing 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. Itwas getting dark, and Trixie found a shop to eat directly with Jessa. Seeing that it was almost time topick up Kinsley from school, Trixie called Daryl and asked her to pick up Kinsley to go to piano classfirst.

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

"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 Trixiesomewhat 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 gohome once in anger before, it was because she was angry. But this time, it was Daryl who said ithimself. 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 distinctionbetween 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'tretaliate against Rick, so she can only spend wildly without restraint. She ordered all the white and redbeers 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 sameissue before, my man... no man can be trusted! Listen to me, sister, replace a way to seize the money andget the custody of the child, and the rest is that death or life has nothing to do with you! Man likes toreplace which woman to replace!"

She's thinking of Rick again, Jessa began to curse and scold. At the end of the drink, herconsciousness was turbid, and she began to point to the air to scold some hard-to-hear words. Trixiealso 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 overthere.

"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 withyou! 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 enduredhis 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 seeingit clearly, and then told him the name of the hotel. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediatelyfell asleep.

Listening to the gentle snoring over there, Jayden frowned. Hung up the phone, he put on his clothesagain, took his coat and car keys, and hurried out. Finding the hotel Trixie said, he claimed to be afriend and asked the attendant for Trixie's room number. Although there are some troubles, it is not astar 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 drunkthat 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. Hetook care of everything. It's already four o'clock in the morning. He put the room card of Trixie's room inher 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 thetime, eight o'clock in the morning. Daryl didn't call. He only sent two messages asking if she wasawake. Trixie threw her mobile phone aside at will when she went back. At that time, she discoveredthat something was wrong with her room. Jessa opened a general set, but now it has become anordinary standard room, and Jessa is not around. Trixie was so scared that he called the front desk toask. The front desk only told Trixie that a friend of hers had come to help them clean up, and all theexpenses 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 anymale friends. Is it because she called by mistake last night?

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

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

"Dr. Roberts?"