Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 138

Hailey's words didn't provoke Trixie at all. Instead, she was very calm and showed no emotion. Her anger finally subsided.

"Yes, I like children, but only those ones who treat me with respect, presumably Ms. Smith, is the same? You are my husband's ex-girlfriend, and I don't want to make our relationship rigid. No matter what happened today, since you are here, please take your child away."

Trixie deliberately highlighted the word "my husband".

Hailey's face changed. She looked at Daryl, expecting him to speak up for her, but his wife just lost a big temper. He doesn't want to offend her again, so he used the reason to go to the bathroom just to excuse himself.

In the absence of Daryl, Hailey's face turned even worse. She stared at her son before scolding him. "I don't even want to say a single word. Apologize to your aunt quickly!"

Aiden flinched. He walked toward Trixie with his head facing down. "Sorry," he apologized again with a very low voice.

Even if she accepts the child's apology, what he said will never be forgotten just because of a mere ‘sorry’.

"I accepted your apology, but I still want Ms. Smith to take her child back. After all, the child seems to feel at ease when he's with his mother."

"But Mrs. Blayden, I have something to do later..."

"Our house is not a nursery school, and Ms. Hailey seems to have enough money. I think it is much better to pay for a nanny than to leave him in this house."

Trixie didn't give Hailey a chance to speak. She opened the door and smiled politely. "You may leave now."

Hailey has had enough, so she stopped pestering this woman. She took her son's hand and turned away. Just before exiting the door, she turned around and said a word.

"Mrs. Blayden, we still have a long way to go." After saying that, they turned and walked away.

The loud thud of the door echoed throughout the whole room, followed by the sound of an engine slowly fading away.

Just then, Trixie breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out her hand that she had been holding tightly. In the palm of her hand, there is a pinch of hair.

The next day…

Perhaps because of last night's stressful events, Daryl woke up early. Trixie woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes. She got up in a daze and followed that smell leading her to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking breakfast." As he spoke, he puts a perfectly fried egg on top of the toast. "You should eat it while it's hot. Your stomach would be upset if it gets cold."

Looking at his back, Trixie couldn't help but think.

Does this man treat his other women the same? Even if she is Daryl's legal wife, she would often think about these things. She couldn't accept her husband treats other women the same way he treats her.

But thinking carefully, there is no need to retain an unfaithful man.

"Your hair is a little longer." Trixie suddenly blurted out

Daryl paused and subconsciously touched his hair. "It really is a little long." He smiled and approached Trixie. He whispered to her ear and said softly, "Then ill wait for my wife to accompany me to have my hair cut after work." Before kissing her neck.

"Very well then," Trixie answered and began to eat the breakfast her husband prepared for her.

When she went to work in the morning, she went to Director Frank's office to deliver some documents.

She thought Frank was not at his office. As soon as she opened the door, she didn't expect to see him sitting on the sofa with a computer on the table.

"Director Frank." Trixie greeted him, smiled, and placed the documents on the table.

"This is the latest version of the project, sir. I will be sending the electronic version through email later."

"Well, I see." Frank looked at Trixie's eyes, staring at her beautiful face.

"By the way, the photo I sent you..."

Listening to him mention the photos, she instantly understood what he means.

"Oh! I asked my husband, but he didn't go anywhere that day, but later, he had an important meeting at the company."

Trixie's excuse sounded fake, and Frank also noticed this, so she didn't mention Daryl again.

"It turned out to be like that. Seems like I was wrong."

"But thank Director Frank, thank you for helping me pay attention. You don't have to intervene, sir, and besides, this is a private affair between my family. We don't want others minding our business. "Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It seemed that Frank was dissatisfied at how she defends Daryl when he would often see him mingling with other women everywhere.

"Hmm."

Frank didn't say much. He just nodded his head and continued to do his work.

Trixie looked at him and was not sure what he meant by that.

"Um." She wanted to clarify, but it was not a good moment to talk to him since he already started working, so she just turned around and left.

Sitting at her desk, Trixie was still thinking about Frank.

She already knows his intentions, but she had made it clear that she has no interest in him.

Although he provided her with clues about Daryl's infidelity several times, this will not be the reason for her to like him. Even if she really divorced Daryl, she cannot be with Xia Yu.

Love cannot be forced.

"Sister Trixie, are you working overtime today?" Pearl asked. Trixie finally returned to her senses.

"No, I won't be working overtime. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I was just asking."

Pearl snickered, this made Trixie puzzled, but she was not in the mood to play with these girl's games. She is busy thinking about what she said to Director Frank.

Absent-minded, she sat at her desk until work was finished. She was about to pack up and leave when she noticed that her colleagues are not moving.

This is odd.

They usually would race with each other. What are they waiting for? Trixie hesitated, but Daryl is waiting for her in the office.

After struggling for a while, She has decided to leave. Anyway, the work has already been finished. Even if she leaves, Frank won't even say a word.

She packed up her things and got up, and walked towards the elevator. She just pressed the button of the elevator when two of her colleagues suddenly appeared.

Before Trixie could react, the fireworks tube in their hands sprayed her with a bunch of colorful confetti.

Trixie paused, recalling what just happened. She watched the reactions of her colleagues, thinking it was a joke.

Then the elevator door slowly opened. Frank stepped out holding a bunch of roses and stood in front of Trixie.

He smiled very softly.

"Trixie, I like you."