Chapter 6 The Fourth Person

Trixie was speechless. Although she did think so, she could not admit it when he said it directly. After returning from Arial city, Daryl settled down for several days and went home on time every day. It's just that she felt that he was relatively cold to her these days. Probably her way of keeping an eye on him made Daryl unhappy. She thought that she would suppress this suspicion and be a wife who trusted her husband. However, the calm days were broken within a few days. On Friday afternoon, Trixie took Kinsley to piano lessons as usual, and it was already eight o'clock when she got home. Daryl had prepared dinner and the clothes in the washing machine were turning. Kinsley happily jumped into her father's arms and talked about what happened today, while Trixie's gaze turned on his clothes. He was wearing his matching suit this morning, not this one. Did he just put it on and change it to wash it? Trixie didn't ask much and planned to put the satchel back in the bedroom, but as soon as she entered the bedroom, there was a faint smell. That... Man smell. Trixie's face changed. She was not a child either. Naturally, she knew what the smell meant. She turned and wanted to question Daryl, but she took two steps and stopped. What if Daryl himself was here earlier in the room? However, he clearly has a wife, why should he come by himself? Trixie was in a mess, but she had guessed wrong many times recently and didn't want to quarrel with him because of this matter. She put away her satchel in a hurry. When she went out, Kinsley had already served the meal sensibly and handed it to her father. The father and daughter worked together in a very harmonious way. Trixie looked at the door for a while before walking over in a complicated mood. She was suddenly lost a little. If all this is just a false illusion, should she keep it up? After eating a meal, Daryl suddenly said, "Honey, let's take our daughter to the playground tomorrow, it's the weekend." Kinsley immediately cheered. It's nice to have a father at a time. She looked at him unexpectedly. He seldom went out to play with his daughter. How could he take the initiative today? To her eyes, he was making it up to them unnaturally and looked somewhat guilty. Her heart sank heavily. After coaxing her daughter to sleep, Trixie went to take a bath. After washing for a long time, her mind was thinking about all the possibilities. Was Daryl really the same as before? After taking a bath, Trixie habitually cleaned the floor drain. When she squatted down, she paused and then her brain exploded. In the floor drain, there are a few long black hairs, which were obviously not her hair! Trixie immediately looked at the wastebasket. Since she saw similar cases on the Internet, she occasionally paid attention to the wastebasket. This look, indeed as expected, there are a few sheets of paper in the wastebasket, and the folding method is different. Both she and Daryl have cleanliness, and the used toilet paper will be folded neatly, but now, there are obviously several more paper balls in the wastebasket, which seem to be rubbed together at will. Trixie's heart pounded. There must be a fourth person in the room! Although she repeatedly told herself not to think much, some doubts are difficult to dispel once they are established. The clothes Daryl changed, the smell of the room, the traces of someone coming to the bathroom... All this constitutes a huge mystery. If you don't pay attention to it, you may show your cruel true face. Trixie gritted her teeth and silently cleaned her hair. Even if knowing the truth was savage, she didn’t want to escape. When she came back to the bedroom, Daryl was waiting for her and was about to kiss her. Trixie subconsciously tilted her head, avoided his kiss and pretended to smile casually. "Has your mother been here recently? I think Kinsley misses Grandma." She asked suddenly.