"Wife?"
Daryl called Trixie, she came to her absolute being.
Her eyes crossed Daryl and looked into the room. There was really no trace of a woman except Mr. Moore.
Was the woman wrong?
Trixie ignored him and pushed him straight into the room.
William was still sitting on the bed with a blank face and a white towel on his shoulder. It seemed that Daryl was massaging him earlier.
Looking around the room, there was really no trace of a woman. She looked under the bed again and found nothing but William's leather shoes and smelly socks.
Trixie suddenly began to doubt herself.
Was it really a misunderstanding?
The woman mistook someone?
Trixie accidentally glanced at something behind the door.
Daryl seemed to realize that Trixie noticed that side. Before he could say anything, Trixie bent down and carried out a pair of black high heels from the shoe rack behind the door.
For an instant, anger burst out. Trixie threw the shoes on the ground and glared at Daryl.