"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?

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