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

meal, Imogen stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, with a shared dry–wet separation

washed her hands and refined her makeup

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mirror.

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

was startled. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, she

something

wasn’t in the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned

His strong hands wrapped around her waist,

had come here to

gaze had been inexplicably drawn to

close to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands

reminded her that

trying to push him away. “Hmm… Stop. I should go

hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper

were swollen, and she was struggling to catch her

glared at him. She glanced at her lips

on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched

of me. I want to go

Imogen, I warned

She wasn’t

and me.

“It’s different.”

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

you

that Imogen had come to visit

take Imogen back. Sarah’s

Imogen’s jaw, tilting her head half a turn,

other hand traced along

grew weak, and she

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

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

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“Let

can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

this in a

and gave a

door. With his hot breath cascading

with his

are waiting in the private

“Just let them wait.”

fell silent, closed her eyes, bit

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering

now.” Troy finally released

Imogen remained leaning against the stall door. Her legs were slightly weak.

the door to steady herself as she

cleaning them, while stealing glances at

again in

and returned to the private

confusion, “Why did

well.” Imogen