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

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

washed her hands and refined her makeup in front of

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mirror.

outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to

in the mirror, she asked, “What are

something to

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

wrapped

come here

been inexplicably drawn to

felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling in

he reminded her that she and Liam weren’t suitable

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

more. He pressed one hand against her head, delving his

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

lips in the mirror. They

looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers. “You look good this

go of me. I want to go

all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t

wasn’t

Liam and me.

“It’s different.”

so different? Aren’t you here to visit

knew you were

come to visit

come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call had

held Imogen’s jaw, tilting her head half a turn, and locked her lips

traced along her body, caressing

weak, and she couldn’t help leaning against

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

go of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading

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“Let

We can’t…”

This was absurd.

could they do this in a

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

the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto

with his

are waiting in the

“Just let them wait.”

closed her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout her

now.” Troy

the stall door. Her legs were slightly weak.

the door to steady herself as she

hands, meticulously cleaning

again

restroom and returned to the private

confusion, “Why did you take so

wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had to