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 help but chuckle self

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

Imogen washed her hands and refined her makeup

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mirror.

he stood behind her, extending his

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

have something to

mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her

finish, Troy locked her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her

come here

had been inexplicably

felt uncomfortable, like

didn’t care after he reminded her that

trying to push him away. “Hmm…

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

lips were swollen, and she was struggling to

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

at her in the mirror and lightly touched her

I want to

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

wasn’t lovey–dovey

Liam and me. What about

“It’s different.”

Aren’t you here

you were

that Imogen had come to visit

Imogen back. Sarah’s call had just given

jaw, tilting her head half a turn, and locked

other hand traced along her body, caressing

grew weak, and she

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

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

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into. “Let me

can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

they do this in a place like a

and gave a faint smile.

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

body with

are waiting in the private

“Just let them wait.”

eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout her

now.”

the stall door. Her legs were slightly weak. She

steady herself as

washing his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while stealing

blushed again

and returned

“Why did you take so

feeling well.” Imogen