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?”

a mistress, but what about

he and Liam

me since I returned from my business trip.

the conversation, so she mockingly smiled and said, “That’s

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

the reason? Because 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 his convictions were

do you think

because you wanted to help

fell silent

was

her eyes hopelessly and said, “Think whatever you want. I’m

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was too tired to get caught up in Troy’s

turned around, Imogen

out, grabbing her wrist. “You sleep in the master bedroom,

cry as he

with his long arm, wrapping it

“Are you okay?”

shaking

bath

chill ran through

a moment, her face flushing red as she hurriedly covered herself and said, “You… look

haven’t seen

her when