Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 83 Don’t Make Any Noise

Liam looked indulgently at Imogen and said, “Imogen was my neighbor when we were kids, and she used to cry a lot.”

“Childhood friends? That’s quite a fortunate connection. Let me know if you two have good news.”

“Don’t be joking, Mr. Jones. Imogen and I are just friends,” Liam said.

He understood the situation. Imogen had a boyfriend now.

“I get it. Young people like to label each other as friends,” the deputy director chimed in.

Troy looked up with a frown, and his gaze shifted coolly between Liam and Imogen.

He had already warned her that she and Liam were not a suitable match.

But Imogen hadn’t seemed to pay attention. Did she really like Liam that much?

“Troy? Troy!”

“Hmm? What did you say?” Troy snapped back to attention, looking at Sarah.

Sarah’s eyes darkened. She leaned close to Troy, whispering, “Have you noticed that Imogen and Liam seem very compatible? If you divorce Imogen, it would be good if she could be with Liam.”

Troy shook his head. “No. They’re not suitable.”

“How do you know they’re not suitable?”

“I’ve looked into their work and personalities.”

As Troy and Sarah engaged in their hushed conversation, Imogen felt a twinge of bitterness and lowered her gaze.

The waiters began bringing out dishes one after another, quickly filling the table.

Everyone dug in without hesitation.

Liam offered Imogen Crabcake R�moulade and said, “Try this first.”

“Thank you.”

Imogen took a bite, savoring its texture and unique fragrance. “It’s good.”

After finishing the Crabcake R◆◆moulade, Imogen started sampling other dishes.

Liam was considerate, occasionally picking up food for Imogen.

When Troy saw their interaction, his expression grew darker.

“Troy, could you help me with that dish over there? I can’t reach it,” Sarah said, a hint of hatred flashed across her eyes.

This was the second time she noticed Troy becoming distracted.

“Sure.”

Troy picked up the dish for Sarah and said, “Let me know if you need more.”

He focused on Sarah, refilling her plate when it was almost empty.

couldn’t

she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected,

her hands and refined her

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mirror.

entered from outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her in

Looking at his reflection in the mirror,

have something to tell

in the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave.

locked her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her

had come here

had been

being close to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling in

felt uncomfortable because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded her that

hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm… Stop. I

He pressed one hand against

was struggling to catch her

glanced at her lips

from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in

I

lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You

She wasn’t lovey–dovey

Liam and me.

“It’s different.”

so different? Aren’t

knew you

that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call had

tilting her head half a turn, and

hand traced along her body,

and she couldn’t help leaning

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

her and leading her into the restroom, finding an

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into. “Let

We can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

this in a place like

a

With his hot

with his

in the private

“Just let them wait.”

closed her eyes, bit her

That moment arrived.

involuntarily moaned, shuddering

now.” Troy finally released

against the stall door. Her

herself as she emerged

cleaning

blushed again in

the restroom and returned to the

“Why did you

wasn’t feeling well.”