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

the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were

washed her hands and

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mirror.

outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her

his reflection in the mirror, she

have something to tell

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

His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her

had come here to

gaze had been inexplicably

to Liam, he felt uncomfortable,

care after he reminded her

hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm…

arms even more. He pressed one hand against her head, delving

lips were swollen, and she was struggling to

him. She glanced at her lips in the mirror.

her in the

I want to go

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

She wasn’t lovey–dovey

about Liam and me. What

“It’s different.”

“What’s so different? Aren’t you

you

Troy that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

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

jaw, tilting her head half a

other hand traced along her body, caressing

weak, and she

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…”

This was absurd.

could they do this in a place like

and gave a faint smile. “Just don’t make

his hot breath cascading onto her

with his

are waiting in

“Just let them wait.”

closed her eyes, bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering

go now.” Troy

Imogen remained leaning against the stall door.

herself as she

washing his hands, meticulously cleaning them,

blushed again

the restroom and returned to the private room,

in confusion, “Why did you take so

feeling well.”