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.

his attentiveness, Imogen couldn’t

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

Imogen washed her hands and refined her

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mirror.

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

reflection in the mirror,

something to

out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave. “I’m going back…

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

come here

his gaze had been inexplicably drawn

being close to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of

reminded her

against Troy’s chest, trying to push him

his arms even more. He pressed one hand

swollen, and she was struggling

her lips in the mirror. They looked

from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly

me. I want to

to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two

wasn’t lovey–dovey with

talk about Liam and me. What about you and

“It’s different.”

so different? Aren’t you

you

come

to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call

jaw, tilting her head half

hand traced along her

she couldn’t help leaning

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

her and leading her into the restroom, finding an empty

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into. “Let me please

can’t…”

This was absurd.

in a place like

Imogen’s worry and gave a faint smile. “Just

door. With his

with his

are waiting in the private

“Just let them wait.”

bit her lip, and

That moment arrived.

involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout

We can go now.”

door. Her legs were slightly weak.

door to steady herself as she emerged from

was washing his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while stealing glances at

blushed again

the restroom and returned to the private room, taking

in confusion, “Why did you

wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had to