Trixie stayed in the bathroom for a long time. Daryl knocked at the door before she recovered and opened it.

"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? The teacher had already left." He said.

Looking at her absent-minded appearance, he frowned. "Are you uncomfortable?"

She found an excuse to perfunctory past, she did not look him in the eye, she hurriedly went to the living room.

"I have a headache. I want to be alone." Said Trixie. Without waiting for him to respond, she went directly into the bedroom.

Daryl stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at the direction of the bedroom. His eyes were meaningful. Then he picked up his coat and car keys then left.

Listening to the dull sound of the closing door outside, her heart also sank. Is he angry? But it was clearly him who cheated. Why should he be angry?!

After recovering, she picked up her mobile phone and sent Frank a m

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 lip

Daryl interrupted her with dissatisfaction in his eyes. He seems to be angry with her repeated questioning.

"I." She was embarrassed and licked her lips.

"Did you think I cheated? He asked again.

What has been said in her heart for a long time was directly said by Daryl, and she could not say a word. Although it is true, she doesn't want to admit it.

She hates Daryl’s concealment of secrets from her, but she is greedy for the gentleness of this man only to her. She knew that once she put it bluntly, they would not be the same as before.

Looking at her, he said nothing but he hugged her, and couldn't help but feel helpless.

"I have been too busy recently, and I have spent less time with you. I must pay attention in the future. Don't think much about it. Don't lose your temper, my wife, the teacher is still here." His tone coaxed, but she did not listen at all.

If he really hasn't done anything, is it really because of her suspicions and worries about these recent things? But the women's lace underwear in the car, the beautiful aunt mentioned by her daughter, and the long black hair at home...

How does he explain it?

They sat on the sofa in the living room, and the teacher talked with her husband about Kinsley's recent situation.

She was uneasy and couldn't listen to anything. From time to time, she glanced up at the miniature camera beside the hanging picture, clenched her hands tightly, and sweated a lot in her palms.

"Mrs. Blayden?"

Hearing the teacher calling her, she looked up with a blank eye.

"Are you not feeling well?" The teacher asked her again.

Listening to the teacher's inquiry, she shook her head, she said "sorry", picked up her mobile phone and went into the bathroom. Closing the door, she turned on the water. Looking up at her pale face in the mirror, she felt tired.

Daryl was still talking with the teacher outside the door, and their laughter came from time to time.

She only felt harsh. Sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, she clutched her ears tightly with her hands. Trying to escape.

Ding Dong.  The WeChat prompt suddenly rang and she recovered. She reached out and took the mobile phone. It was a message from frank.

It's a photo.

She hesitated, but still opened the photo. After seeing it clearly, she instantly opened her eyes wide. The photo is very clear. The man above has a tall and straight back, which is nine points similar to Daryl. The most obvious thing is that he wears an expensive watch on his wrist. And that watch looks familiar to her.

Much like the limited edition she personally gave Daryl on their wedding anniversary! As far as she knows, only a few people can buy that watch.

Looking at the enchanting woman holding a man's arm next to her, she was furious and her hands holding her mobile phone were shaking.

She was going out to ask Daryl face to face about what happened in this photo! Just as she was about to turn the door handle, Frank sent another message.

"I took it before. After thinking about it, I decided to send it to you."

In a word, it let her have cardiac arrest.

Before? In other words, Daryl really cheated?!

She clicked on the photo again and looked at it carefully. She did not believe in evil and wanted to find the difference between the man in the photo and Daryl. But the man and Daryl's almost identical back and watch forced her to recognize the facts.

If the woman above is not the piano teacher, then who is she?


Trixie stayed in the bathroom for a long time. Daryl knocked at the door before she recovered and opened it.

"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? The teacher had already left." He said.

Looking at her absent-minded appearance, he frowned. "Are you uncomfortable?"

She found an excuse to perfunctory past, she did not look him in the eye, she hurriedly went to the living room.

"I have a headache. I want to be alone." Said Trixie. Without waiting for him to respond, she went directly into the bedroom.

Daryl stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at the direction of the bedroom. His eyes were meaningful. Then he picked up his coat and car keys then left.

Listening to the dull sound of the closing door outside, her heart also sank. Is he angry? But it was clearly him who cheated. Why should he be angry?!

After recovering, she picked up her mobile phone and sent Frank a message on WeChat. "Where did you take that photo?” Then she threw her cell phone aside, closed her e

Chapter 12: Lipstick Beauty