Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 13 - 13: No One In The Middle Of The Night

She usually wears lipstick and buys lipstick, but she is sure that she definitely doesn't have this color number. The Lipstick smells of strange perfume and even has a black hair...

The doubts in her heart became a reality.

She first thought that it was the piano teacher of Kinsley. However, when she entered the study, the perfume she smelled was not the same. She hesitated again.

Is there any other woman in his life?

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and hurriedly took her mobile phone. She opened WeChat and rummage through the photo Frank sent her. She enlarged the back of the woman above, but she saw nothing but long black hair.

Unknown fears spread in her heart, and her back was soaked with cold sweat. Just then, the sound of the rotating handle suddenly came up.

When Trixie reacted, Daryl had already walked in wiping his wet hair with a bath towel. When he saw the lipstick in her hand, his face became complicated. She looked up into his eyes and her heart was very calm. Now things are in front of her, she doesn't know what explanation Daryl has.

"How can I forget this?"

He conveniently sat by the bed and continued to wipe his hair. He didn't show any flustered, as always.

"Whose lipstick... is this?" When she asked this, she was ready to have a showdown with him for divorce.

"I picked it up at the door when I came back. I thought you dropped it at the door when you were picking something." He said.

"This is not my lipstick." She directly denied Daryl’s guess.

She stared into his eyes, trying to see a trace of guilt in them.

But she couldn’t see any.

"No? Then throw it away." He simply said.

He then threw the lipstick directly into the trash can from her hand. His mouth also muttered something; but she didn't hear it clearly. Her mind is in a mess. She can't tell whether it is true or not.

Who was in Frank's photo? Whose back was that? Is he really cheating? Whose things she found at home belong to? Her heart was tired of these things, and she was going crazy.

Looking at the back of the table beside the bed, she couldn't help speaking after all.

"When I was eating downstairs in the company today, I saw a person with a very similar figure to you. I almost thought it was you." Trixie said. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"That should be a mistake." He put the bath towel aside and held her in his arms.

"I don't know what I'm thinking every day." She just said.

He has always ruined the atmosphere, and now she only feels strange.

They have been married for nine years; she can't guess at all.

"I thought it was your brother, and there was a woman next to him, which startled me and almost went up and asked." She asked bluntly.

She wanted to hear what explanation he will have.

"My mother gave birth to me. Where did you get the idea that I have a brother?" He laughed aloud and kissed her on the forehead. "Well, don't entertain foolish ideas and go to bed quickly."

He turned off the lights but she still looked at the ceiling. Listening to his slight snoring beside her, she couldn't sleep all the time. Daryl’s frankness made her doubt her guess and even felt schizophrenic.

However, he has too many secrets to hide from her. She suddenly felt like a fool, kept in the dark without knowing it. Unconsciously, she fell asleep in a daze.

When her hand accidentally touched the position next to her, she tingled and woke up immediately. She didn't know when the bed around her is empty.

She hurriedly got out of bed.. She turned the light on and found that she was the only one left in the big bedroom.