"Wife?"
Daryl saw Trixie standing motionless and couldn't help calling her. Daryl changed his mind and quickly changed his shoes, but her eyes looked at Daryl's clothes from time to time. Daryl seldom wears black shirts. Although Trixie bought him two shirts, they are not of this style. And Daryl doesn't like shopping very much, so he can't have purchased this shirt himself. Who would it be?
"When did you buy this shirt? Why don't I remember?"
Trixie pretended to lift the clothes casually, Daryl's face stiffened, then smiled, "Didn't you buy this for me? Did you forget?"
"I didn't buy this one for you. I still remember the clothes I bought myself." Trixie answered.
Trixie picked up the bag and coat hanging on the hanger and took Kinsley in one hand, pretending to be lightly chastising.