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.

attentiveness, Imogen couldn’t help

the meal, Imogen stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and

the restroom stall, Imogen washed her hands and refined her makeup

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mirror.

her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her

reflection in

have something to tell

now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag

wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the sink as

here to

gaze had been inexplicably

to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants

because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded

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

frowned, tightening his arms even more. He pressed one hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper

lips were swollen, and she was struggling to catch her breath. Finally,

at her lips in the mirror. They looked

Imogen from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers.

of me. I

all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned

She wasn’t lovey–dovey

talk about Liam and me. What about

“It’s different.”

Aren’t you here

knew you

told Troy that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

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

head half a turn, and

hand traced along her body,

she couldn’t help leaning against his

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

let go of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading her into the

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“Let me

can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

this in

worry and gave a faint

pressed her against the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto

with his

People are waiting in

“Just let them wait.”

her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself from

That moment arrived.

involuntarily moaned, shuddering

We can go now.” Troy finally released

door. Her

steady herself

hands, meticulously cleaning them, while stealing glances

blushed again in

quickly left the restroom and returned to the private room, taking

“Why

feeling well.” Imogen