After returning, Trixie asked for Mrs. Clayton’s signal from Daryl.
In the evening, she lay in bed and took advantage of Daryl's bath and sent a message to Mrs. Clayton.
"Hello, Mrs. Clayton, I'm Mrs. Blayden. I felt embarrassed about what happened last time. I want to invite you to dinner tomorrow, okay?"
Not long after the message was sent, Mrs. Clayton soon replied to her.
"Of course, it's no problem. I just want to meet you, Mrs. Blayden, so we could make friends."
"Then you can decide the time and place tomorrow, Mrs. Clayton. I don't know your taste very well. I'm afraid you don't like mine."
"Anyway. Contact me tomorrow."
Was she unwilling to talk to her more?
Looking at Mrs. Clayton’s last sentence, Trixie deleted all the words in the chat box that had not been edited.
Thinking about her, she always felt that this Mrs. Clayton is not that simple to deal with.
Daryl didn't go out on Sunday, and Trixie was still a little surprised when he woke up.