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 help but chuckle

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

her hands

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mirror.

he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest

his reflection in the mirror, she asked, “What are

something to tell

now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned

lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the sink

here to

gaze had been inexplicably drawn

felt uncomfortable,

didn’t care after he reminded her that she

trying to push him away.

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

she was struggling to catch her breath. Finally,

him. She glanced at her lips in the mirror. They looked

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

me. I want

with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t suitable for each

frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey

about Liam and me. What

“It’s different.”

“What’s so different? Aren’t you here to

knew you

Imogen had come to visit Liam on the

back. Sarah’s call had

tilting her head half a turn, and locked her

along her body, caressing

and she couldn’t help leaning against

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading her into the restroom, finding an empty

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into. “Let me please

We can’t…”

This was absurd.

could they do this in a

Imogen’s worry and gave a faint smile. “Just don’t make any

against the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto her neck, he

with

in the private

“Just let them wait.”

eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned, shuddering

now.” Troy finally

against the stall door.

the door to steady herself as she emerged from the

his hands, meticulously cleaning them,

again in

and returned to the private room, taking a

asked in confusion, “Why

well.”