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?”

stepped closer. “You said Sarah was a

how he and Liam had gotten

talked to me since I returned from my

hadn’t expected Troy to twist the conversation, so

the middle of her sentence, her voice faltered. She cut herself off and

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 agree to a divorce,” Troy said calmly. His eyes were as black as night, but

you

because you wanted to help us or be with

fell silent and then

heart was already broken and

closed her eyes hopelessly and said, “Think whatever you

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Chapter 23.1: Guilt

too tired to get caught up in Troy’s

she turned around,

grabbing her wrist. “You sleep in the master bedroom, and I’ll go sleep

let out a startled cry as he pulled her slightly,

with his long arm, wrapping it

“Are you okay?”

Imogen said, shaking her head

bath

ran through her

flushing red as

seen it all

when