Chapter 10: His Explanation

There was no response in the living room, only the rustle in the study. Trixie's anger surged and rushed to the door of the study. She twisted the handle hard. The clothes of the two people in the study were messy. Her husband looked at her and could faintly see sweat on his forehead. The piano teacher, dressed in a red dress, stood beside him and smiled at her. Her view was particularly dazzling. "Trixie, aren't you at work? Why did you come back at this time?" Daryl tidied up his wrinkled shirt, he looked at her, then looked away. "What are you doing?" She tried to control her emotions and calm herself down, but she was still trembling with anger. Although she saw the scene in the surveillance with her own eyes, she still didn't give up. She had been married to him for so many years, and her feelings have always been very good. She still doesn't believe that her husband, who has always loved her, would do such a thing. She wanted his explanation. "Oh, that's right. Recently, Kinsley has been out of form in class. The teacher called me to visit our home to find out about Kinsley's situation." He said. Darly was frank and calm as always. She could not find anything to refute. A few days ago, she went to pick up Kinsley. The teacher did say that Kinsley was not in good condition recently, so she should pay more attention. But she never said that she was going to visit our home. And even if she wanted to visit here, why didn't she call her instead she called Daryl? More suspicions sprouted in her heart, but she did not catch the real evidence, questioning Daryl's infidelity and never knowing how to say it. Until she looked up and glanced at the piano teacher. Her long wet black hair darkened her eyes. "Did the teacher come to visit home and take a bath by the way?" She asked in a sarcastic way. Realizing her tone, he hurriedly said, "In the elevator, the teacher's coffee accidentally spilled, so I let her take a bath here." "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Blayden. I thought you were at home, so I brought two cups of coffee. I didn't expect to spill it all over." The piano teacher also explained to her and apologized to her embarrassedly. Looking at the brown stain on the teacher's red skirt, she began to doubt her guess. Perhaps, she was overcautious. But if they were really doing nothing, why did they come to Kinsley's study? "Why are both of you here in the study room… and?" Trixie asked. Before Trixie could finish speaking, the piano teacher spoke directly to dispel her doubts. "Kinsley's father said that while waiting for Kinsley, he will just clean the study room first, and I came in to help him." There is no flaw in their explanation. Is she really thinking too much? Her mind was in a mess. Anxiety welled up in her mind. "Why are you back so early?" Daryl raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist and casually asked, "Isn't it still time to work?" By mentioning this, she came to her senses. Guiltily, she remembered the miniature camera beside the hanging picture in the living room. I can't say that I saw them vaguely from the surveillance and came back to catch them. "I left something at home, I came back to get it." She said as an excuse. Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered the express call from the company just now. Looking up into his eyes, she asked, "When did you come back?" "Not long ago." he did not hesitate at all. "I just met the teacher in the elevator and we came up together." There is nothing wrong with his answer. She pursed her lips and continued to ask, "Didn't you hear the courier knocking at the door just now? He called me and said there was someone at home." "Trixie, what exactly do you want to say?" Daryl asked.