Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 23.1: Guilt

Forgetting to bring her pajamas, her hair still half–damp, she wore only a bath towel that hung down from her chest, barely covering her bottom. Her graceful neck and slender shoulders were exposed, and the parts covered by the towel were temptingly full, reminding Troy of how they felt under his touch. Her slim, white legs were revealed, with skin as smooth as silk and as white as milk.

The two locked eyes.

Imogen immediately changed her expression and went to the coat room to retrieve her pajamas. She declared, “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

Troy questioned, “Imogen, what exactly do you mean?”

He fixed her with a lingering look.

“I’m just trying to help you two,” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm. Imogen detected a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

“Are you angry because I asked you to toast Sarah?” Troy asked, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe.

“Can’t I be angry?” Imogen raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with his disinterest.

Her anger was not solely about the toast.

More apparent was how his friends around him talked about Sarah.

“You’ll eventually call Sarah your sister–in–law. What’s the point this time?”

“Don’t worry. After the divorce, I’ll never call a mistress my sister–in–law again.”

Troy’s face turned stern as he mentioned “Imogen.”

“Why?”

up and stepped closer. “You said Sarah was a mistress, but what about the

didn’t know how he and Liam had

haven’t talked to me since I returned from my business

hadn’t expected Troy to twist the conversation, so she mockingly

her sentence, her voice faltered. She cut herself off and sighed, “Think

you want to love someone as Jade did? What do I care? I doubt you’d understand. No wonder it was so easy for you to

you

because you wanted to help us or be

silent and

was already broken

hopelessly and said, “Think whatever

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Chapter 23.1: Guilt

too tired to get caught up

turned around, Imogen headed

“You sleep in the master bedroom, and I’ll go sleep in the

he pulled her slightly, causing her to

steadied her with his long arm, wrapping it

“Are you okay?”

fine,” Imogen said, shaking her head in

suddenly, her bath

ran through her

moment, her face flushing red as

seen

teased her when he noticed her